Being unemployed was a crime punished by jail in the USSR. If you were, for example, a mother who wanted to stay home with your kids, that was not legal.
This was a crime easy to avoid because unless people did something extremely dissident (for example, applied to emigrate to Israel), nobody got fired.
People with higher education had to “pay” for their diplomas by way of accepting jobs they didn’t choose somewhere far away geographically. That’s how my parents met, by the way. They were both working in these assigned jobs away from their native towns. That’s how N’s parents met, too.
The Soviet system provided jobs for everybody and paid the same pittance for them. My father was a scientist with a PhD, my mother a school teacher, my grandma a lawyer, and my grandpa a pediatrician. And we never had enough to eat. The first time in my life I had my own clothes (not hand-me-downs) was in 1990. My cousin, whose mother was a math teacher and father a dentist, had to wear not only used clothes but used underwear, which caused him great shame since his hand-me-downs were from girls.
People in white-collar jobs were legendary for doing absolutely nothing whatsoever at work all day. I remember my parents’ acquaintance laughing that she was ready to retire from the place where she’d worked all her life and had no idea what its actual name was or what it was supposed to be doing. I’m sure she was exaggerating but not by much. People would come to these jobs, make tea, swap recipes, tell jokes, lounge around, read forbidden literature, knit, exercise, give each other makeovers. I’d love it when my father would take me to his job because it was like one large daycare for adults.
Obviously, people did other things, too, but I was too little to understand that. When people have no life purpose beyond buying things, nothing to occupy them, and no religion to constrain them, they tend to go really wild. My mother who had been brought up in a strict environment of a little village was perennially scandalized by the things her fellow teachers did behind the training equipment in the gym once school was out.
The idea of strict monogamy in marriage was not something I heard about until much later. My mother’s female friends ran absolutely wild, and it was all work-related because there was nowhere else to be. The stories I heard as they gossipped were very educational.
I never heard of anybody getting fired because, as I said, that was the purview of Jews trying to emigrate and we didn’t know any.