Simply Irene

Apparently, the burning question isn’t “How’s the job hunt going?”, but “How the hell are you paying rent and eating?” So here’s the glamorous truth. Back on August 1st, I was in a minor car accident. Not fun, but hey, silver lining: I got a settlement for my minor injuries.…

So this past week I told myself, this is it, the week I get serious about finding a job. Spoiler alert: I applied to exactly two more jobs than last week. That’s progress, right? Technically, yes. Am I suddenly an application machine? Absolutely not. I did all the “serious job…

So it has been a week since I got the laid off, and guess what? I am not out grinding, hustling, or sending 200 applications like some inspirational LinkedIn story. Nope. I barely dipped my feet into the job search. Perhaps just the toes. Like testing if the pool water…

Well, it finally happened. I got the boot. I saw it coming months ago. The writing wasn’t just on the wall, it was spray-painted in neon. The real kicker was my third annual performance review: a total 180 from the “you’re doing great, love your ideas!” feedback I had been…