how job hunting's going

No one had prepared me for the anxiety that would come with managing the constant stream of communication from recruiters, encompassing phone calls, emails, and text messages. And then there's the intricate task of ensuring that interview schedules don't collide, whether they take place virtually or involve a commute just a few stations away. Yes, I have my trusty planner, adorned with the appearance of someone who has it all together, but currently, it's a maze of appointments and commitments.

Since Sunday, my health has taken a significant downturn, leading me to reschedule the interview I had lined up for Monday. That decision came with a heavy feeling of guilt, as if I were neglecting my responsibilities by staying home and being unemployed. While I have been diligently responding to emails and submitting job applications, the guilt still clings to me like an unwelcome shadow.

I've been on this relentless job search without a proper day of rest since the journey began. Consequently, the unfamiliar terrain of self-indulgence feels rather disconcerting. Today, I defied expectations and opted not to attend the scheduled interview, simply because I wasn't up for it. Given that my health showed no signs of improvement, it seemed more prudent to remain at home.