It's almost offensive how something simple can derail us when we think we're finally there. I graduated with a new BS and gathered my contacts together and applied for jobs left and right. And what did I get?
You aren't qualified. We're looking for someone else. You're over-qualified. You're just not what we're after.
What do I hear?
We want someone prettier.
It's almost sad how we get our hopes up because we're finally doing everything right. It's our turn to win and be somebody. It's our turn to not get screwed. Oh. I'm sorry. It wasn't really my turn after all.
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