fresh undergrad. endless applications, but not even so much as a call or email back. but i guess i'm the idiot, since i chose an arts major. being raised by people age 60+ didn't help either. what is linkedin or ATS to them? back then, a handshake actually meant something. i genuinely thought i'd be able to land a full-time career straight out of college. no, really, i did—that, precisely, is how incredibly fucking naive i was. and still am. but there's no such thing as entry-level anymore. maybe there never was. oh, i can freelance, sure—but take one long look at upwork or any other such oversaturated website, and you'll see why that'll never work out, either. hell, i doubt even the *volunteering* applications i sent in will be answered. it's not like any of it meets a human's eyes anyway. how exactly did THREE of my co-workers manage to break into tech writing without even aiming to? i'm deeply concerned for my now *and* my future. raise a glass to feast or famine.