Few things are more depressing to me. I hate looking. I hate applying. I hate pretending. I hate having to revisit my past.

And I hate having to professionally provided cover for bullshit. Why did you leave x job. I cant say because the dude I worked for threw a stack of papers in my face and I changed jobs rather than strangle him.
Cant say I left the postal service because my manager called me on my personal line about a goofy excel spreadsheet. While my wife was fighting for her life and my kids
Cant say that the CEO of my company is a nazi loving eugenicist and not all money is good money.

I dont even need to like a job. I just need a job not to be a legitimate threat to my life. That shouldn’t be so hard to find.

And yet here we are.