Sometimes, no matter how prepared you are and interested in working, if the doors are closed, any effort is vain. This is how a week looks for a job-seeking person in Barcelona:

How I start my Mondays, opening the email dedicated to job applications in Spain:

Hola, Oana:

Parece que tu experiencia podría ajustarse bien a este puesto de Actor de Voz (Euskera - masculino)

I have many talents, but speaking Euskera is not one of them; I never fantasized about being an actor; and I´m not a man...

Technology is nice, but if it helps. Such job-search platform aberrations only waste time and expose your personal data.

I have lost lots of weight many times because of the labor inaccessibility and associated dynamics; there is no more energy left for such crap. At less than 40 kg, mobility is affected, believe me. I need a job opportunity, food access, medical access, a roof, and basics, like any person. Whom can I tell?

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It´s Tuesday. I have already been denied participation at 2 jobs this week, immediately after applying, even though my experience was consistent and my skills were compatible with the job.

The only support the Catalan system is providing is sending me emails with proposals I don´t have what to do with, as they are not related to my education, experience, or developmental plan.

OANA MAROTI,

El día… tienes que renovar tu demanda de empleo en el SOC.

From 3 in 3 months, I am obliged (tengo que) to renew the job seeking, unless I´m working. Therefore, from 3 in 3 months, I renew it, so that the system is aware that I am searching for a job, and supports me in doing so.

I have been doing my part for years, but there is no support, no formation, no jobs.

To whom can I explain this, as it has been a decade now of precarious contracts and incredible associated problems, in the same spot, Barcelona and its surroundings?

Each time I open my mouth to talk about what is happening and ask for help, I´m told to leave, or that I´m victimizing…Therefore, I am experiencing direct exclusion and xenophobic reactions that are socially accepted.

The only thing I can do right now is to live on the streets, as for months, random people have been feeding me. What kind of developmental opportunity is this?