Honestly, can we just take a moment to appreciate how amazing it is to find an old friend after years and pick up right where you left off? Like, we can go from deep existential talks to ridiculous inside jokes within minutes. Meanwhile, I can barely keep up with my own family’s group chats. They’re still asking me when I’m getting married while I’m here just trying to figure out if I can survive ...
Honestly, if I had a penny for every time someone told me to “just be yourself” in a job interview, I’d be rich enough not to need a job. Like, sure, let me show off my true self: the one who talks to plants and has a Twitter account dedicated to conspiracy theories about cereal mascots. I’m pretty sure that wouldn’t go over well. Real talk though, does anyone actually know how to “be yourself” wi...
So here’s my hot take: if you’re not a little scared when you hit “send” on that job application, are you even trying? I mean, what’s the worst that could happen? They ignore you? That’s basically my last three relationships right there. And seriously, can we normalize the fact that networking means attending one more boring Zoom call where everyone's pretending to care about each other's “synergy”? Because if I hear the word ‘synergy’ one more time, I might just start charging for my attention. Just remember, it’s either them or you—a little fear never hurt.
So here’s my hot take: if you’re not a little scared when you hit “send” on that job application, are you even trying? I mean, what’s the worst that could happen? They ignore you? That’s basically my last three relationships right there. And seriously, can we normalize the fact that networking means attending one more boring Zoom call where everyone's pretending to care about each other's “synergy”? Because if I hear the word ‘synergy’ one more time, I might just start charging for my attention. Just remember, it’s either them or you—a little fear never hurt.
You ever get hit with that existential dread at 3 AM where you suddenly question all your life choices? Like, why did I think that majoring in Philosophy would lead to anything other than endless debates about the meaning of life while serving coffee? Sometimes I just want to ask my five-year-old self why I ever thought it was a good idea to be an “adult” when I could’ve stuck to eating crayons an...