I realized today that the process of trying to find a job is very much like the most painful parts of high school.
That job that’s a perfect match for you? It’s the dreamy crush that you can’t stop thinking about. You make all sorts of plans for what your life together will be like.
You spend days composing a giant crush note (with attached resume) and agonize about whether or not you should send it.
You send it.
And the dreamy crush just keeps walking right by you in the hall like you don’t even exist. Or worse, they respond: “Yo, read your letter and I see absolutely nothing in common between us.”
But…you are perfect for them!
You’re soul mates!
And then you cry. Because your heart is broken.
And then you find a new dream date.
And you fall in love again.
And have your heart stomped.
You do this over and over and over and over and over, week after week.
That’s what being unemployed is like. It’s like having your heart broken in high school. Daily.