Boomers be like, “Just walk into the office and ask for a job.”
The office: locked
The recruiter: AI
The interview: automated
The job posting: fake
The rejection email: instant
Your data: sold
My Twitter addiction sort of died once I realized that, above all else, I was spending hours a day reading stupid people’s thoughts. As a pretentious literary snob that really scared me straight
big part of your 20s is learning to deal with the small sadnesses.
the rejection letters, the daily disappointments, the minor missteps.
no one died, life goes on. but some days you’ll think about it and you’ll feel a tiny sting.