Immigration and Labor Rights Essay fragment 
She-Migrator series by Oana Maroti

It's morning. I'm getting ready to apply for jobs, well, one, I saw.
My pair and the cat are sleeping. They both worked the night shift. One remotely, with a swollen jaw and pain, the other sleeping on top of the desk, purring softly, omnipresent.

My family is very cute. If only I could find a job, to help the situation, from my advantageous position of being the only one in the house with a degree and speaking different languages. We could afford vacations if I took over the economic situation with a stable job.

A sip of my cherry drink, before the bubbles calm down, a morning present, to start the day with glorious aromas. Fancy tastes help me deal with rejections, which usually come after I apply.

Things are not moving and I have been alone trying to find a job, like in a bubble of the unknown, for so long. I don't know people, there is no one to support me or recommend me and, since the beginning of the COVID pandemic, I have started to be more cautious with scam companies, which are quite numerous here, but sometimes, desperation makes me even try to approach them, knowing that they are holding people like me back for a while. I am European in thinking, I can discuss human rights and interculturality and, it seems, at least in Barcelona, ​​in the startups I have worked for, in the fields of tourism, telephony, sales, debt mediation, transportation, and the automotive industry, the preference is for the putinists, the trumpists and the muskists.

I am still digesting the Romanian elections and the electoral map that basically indicates that I left an extremist area, where I was born and raised, in a supposedly different Europe, but Romanians here in Spain are mostly extremist voters, which brings some logic to the lack of institutional collaboration, delays, and systematic errors in the case of a non-traditional pursuit of existence.

The violent manifestations during the elections and the intimidating language derived from them were, unfortunately, familiar. The threat of rape, I have heard it before, but it is the language of the prison and I heard it in the city where I was born, which has a built-in prison and a parallel language, prison slang. Basically, a person who made a career in the football gallery screaming, who claims that the Earth is flat, appeared out of nowhere, using horribly misogynistic, homophobic, and discriminatory language, and has almost been elected president.

These people find jobs, a purpose in life, out of nowhere, screaming at football games, and here I am, an idiot, a loser who studied all my life, didn't watch TV to make more time for studying, and can't even get past the interview stage after applying. Even women in management like these guys better, and other recruiters, in the multicultural world, totally prefer these guys because they seem to do a good job.

Perception, at first glance, is intensely subjective and usually wrong in most cases. Analyzing a person is not something that happens quick, mechanical, or is easy to do.

Influenced by group dynamics and propaganda triggers, decisive decisions are often made based on superficial judgments, poor understanding, and self-destructive opinions. People are mistakenly choosing against their own rights, in the whole manipulative strategy.

Another sip of my sour drink as I contemplate the electoral maps and manipulative strategy, local and European, for now. I thought that working without being rewarded, having a catwalk way system to the bathroom, calling people fresh meat, or making separate spaces for the trio of unpopular immigrants was bad. Fascism is strong, it seems, and scam companies emerging from Western and Southern Europe are more likely to make problems than pay for the work. In travel consultancy, transport mediation, and site support technology, the extremist core was visible from within.