When I first arrived in New York looking for a job, I had a notebook. A small, passport sized pocketbook that I would scribble job postings in. Each time I sent an application for a job, I would add an entry to the notebook. I ended up filling the entire thing. 212 applications in total. A triumph! I felt proud, like this was proof that I was really making an effort. But I shouldn't have, sending dogshit applications to hundreds of employers doesn't deserve a medal or a pat on the back, far less a job.
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