Only now, when I get serious about looking for a job, do I finally notice that the one opening I've pinned my hopes on for a while was already denied to me. It's the icing on top of the grand irony of my education - I studied politics in hope of working in the government, and because it was a subject I would always be interested in. I graduated just in time for the national narrative to swing hard on "government workers are parasites and there's too many of them already".
Even so, I found notice there might be an opening for Probation Officers in my county. I got interested in the idea while having to meet one for 18 months. And only now do I find out that a Class B Misdemeanor conviction, even if deferred off a criminal record, is first-rule disqualification. So my plan to get a foothold in government service, in the optimistic dream of somehow reforming the criminal justice system, is stymied one last time. Because being convicted of standing on property you don't own not only can cost upwards of $6000 to make amend for (and I got off cheap) and dominate two years of your life, but even after completing every spurious and arbitrary demand of the court to make such amends as to render the conviction non-existent, it still exists as far as the county commission is concerned.
Another two hours of searching gave me eight possible job openings, all but one of which I'm either overqualified for or would have to tell some good whoppers to get into. If I had just been working as a cashier for the last five years instead of going to school, I'd be considerably more employable.