Not to tell you something you don’t already know, but looking for a job sucks.
Makes you want to run into the woods, too, except that I’d die pretty quickly of starvation or get eaten by a bear or cougar or stomped to death by a male mountain goat in heat.
So I stay home, fill out application after fucking application, go to martial arts classes that are sometimes more, sometimes less frustrating but get the job done of getting me too exhausted to feel bad, and, once in a while, meet with some friends for a beer.
Over the last months I’ve come to believe HR applicant systems are of the devil. Sometimes I feel that no human eyes ever pass over my letters or resumes.