Hashtag Unemployed
Someone asked me why I am unemployed. My initial reaction was, "Ouch." That has became my reaction every time someone ask me the same question. God knows how I hate to hear that question. I hate narrating the story about my failure. I hate going back to the time that I was in search for a job. I hate being reminded of my countless failed attempts. I already lost count of how many times I attended a job interview- on site, virtually and via phone call, name it. I couldn't remember anymore how many "unfortunately, we couldn't push further with your application" emails I received. Not to mention the times that I believed when an interviewer told me they would call me. I waited for that call. God knows I waited for that call. Even if weeks had already passed, I still hoped. I was waiting for a call that never came. No one knows how small I felt every time I was being rejected, every time I received rejection emails. Even if I've been through it many times, I...