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mega jewish corps own our souls and bodies in return for making us do shitty office work everyday for the rest of our lives
crazy how much personal info they want to recieve just to deny their job applications
"do you have neurodiversity"
no wonder most of the users here don't work my relative spent years trying to get a fucking job. not a “passion” or “career path” or any of that linkedin bullshit. just something that paid rent and didn’t make him feel like a complete piece of shit for existing.
he applied everywhere. and i mean everywhere. hundreds of applications. maybe more. he stopped counting bc counting made him want to scream. every morning he’d check his email already knowing the answer. nothing. or a rejection written by a soulless bot pretending to care.
“we appreciate your interest”
no you fucking don’t.
people kept giving him advice like it was a skill issue. “fix your resume.” ok, done. multiple times. “learn new skills.” cool, so he spent nights and weekends teaching himself shit that was supposedly “in demand” and somehow still didn’t matter. entry level wanted 3–5 years experience. senior roles wanted someone younger. recruiters would dm him first then ghost him like they fell into the void.
it fucked with his head. not in a dramatic breakdown way. just slow, constant erosion. like he started assuming everything was his fault by default. like he was just broken goods and everyone else got the memo except him.
then one day, somehow, he actually got hired.
offer letter. benefits. everyone was like “see? it all worked out.” like that was the end of the story. like the system finally proved itself right.
but that’s when the real shit started.
the job didn’t destroy him overnight. it was gradual. first he was just tired. then he was always tired. then his entire personality became “recovering from work.” he stopped doing shit he loved bc he never had the energy. weekends were just prep time for monday.
and the fear kicked in hard. bc now if he lost this job, he’d have to go back to application hell. back to being ignored. back to begging corporations to please let him survive. so he said yes to everything. stayed late. answered emails at night. worked weekends without calling it work. his phone turned into a fucking leash.
yeah, he gets paid now. he’s “stable.” on paper he’s doing fine.
but he’s not free. not even close. he can’t quit. can’t slow down. can’t be honest. everything in his life revolves around keeping this job so he never has to go back to being disposable.
my relative didn’t beat the job market.
it broke him first, then hired what was left
he applied everywhere. and i mean everywhere. hundreds of applications. maybe more. he stopped counting bc counting made him want to scream. every morning he’d check his email already knowing the answer. nothing. or a rejection written by a soulless bot pretending to care.
“we appreciate your interest”
no you fucking don’t.
people kept giving him advice like it was a skill issue. “fix your resume.” ok, done. multiple times. “learn new skills.” cool, so he spent nights and weekends teaching himself shit that was supposedly “in demand” and somehow still didn’t matter. entry level wanted 3–5 years experience. senior roles wanted someone younger. recruiters would dm him first then ghost him like they fell into the void.
it fucked with his head. not in a dramatic breakdown way. just slow, constant erosion. like he started assuming everything was his fault by default. like he was just broken goods and everyone else got the memo except him.
then one day, somehow, he actually got hired.
offer letter. benefits. everyone was like “see? it all worked out.” like that was the end of the story. like the system finally proved itself right.
but that’s when the real shit started.
the job didn’t destroy him overnight. it was gradual. first he was just tired. then he was always tired. then his entire personality became “recovering from work.” he stopped doing shit he loved bc he never had the energy. weekends were just prep time for monday.
and the fear kicked in hard. bc now if he lost this job, he’d have to go back to application hell. back to being ignored. back to begging corporations to please let him survive. so he said yes to everything. stayed late. answered emails at night. worked weekends without calling it work. his phone turned into a fucking leash.
yeah, he gets paid now. he’s “stable.” on paper he’s doing fine.
but he’s not free. not even close. he can’t quit. can’t slow down. can’t be honest. everything in his life revolves around keeping this job so he never has to go back to being disposable.
my relative didn’t beat the job market.
it broke him first, then hired what was left
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