I have reached the very tippy top of my job application tolerance.

I have reached the very tippy top of my job application tolerance.

I'm taking a break from attempting to write key selection criteria. I'm at the stage when in the deep rift of mental exhaustion I resort to ChatGPT's help. Goodbye, dignity, and the planet. Hello, guilt. But the applications are done. As am I.

Probably not coincidentally.

It's nearly 2:30 on a Sunday afternoon and I'm tapping out these words on my phone whilst I lay in bed, ear phones on, letting Tidal choose the soundtrack of this moment for me. God damn this point in the future where we are now is bloated and spent.