Forget about a job.
Forget about food, too. If the cold doesn't get it all the fungus will.
The elites would like you to be a good lad, shove off and die in the woods somewhere like an ugly cow too old to give them milk any longer. As George Carlin put it so brilliantly ... they don't give a f*ck about you.
Don't you know that yet? Or do you still think "we" are all in this together? After all, the man on the televitz uses "we" all the time. Unfortunately, when it comes to time for some population culls it all boils down to "you," not "we." Sorry about that. The elites have their 'bots coming up now, you're obsolete technology and too messy to care and tend to anymore. They're locking up the barn on you. You aren't even worth the energy it takes to process you into Soylent Green.
As it turns out, it wasn't the planet the sheeple should have been worried about saving. The only thing going away any time soon turned out to be the sheeple themselves. The elites are just helping you on your way.