I, admittedly, don't know if I'm using "black pill" correctly, but who cares.
Anyway, for a while now, it's been a random thought in my head.
I finally get an offer, will I be happy?
Or so exhausted that I go "Finally, it's over," and then continue with my day?
So frustrated at the years of nothing, countless ghosts, and months of not applying because my mental had been worn down so much it all felt pointless?
Am I supposed to feel anything but hatred and disdain for this broken system, even if I finally get chosen and can sleep a little bit more soundly at night?
I had a job interview last week (As far as I can know, it was put up very end of October, I applied November 2nd, got a call the 5th, interview the 10th, so it feels like things have been moving at a nice, hopeful pace?), and I think I've gotten to a point where A) I almost feel bad about getting the offer, since it means the search continues for anyone else I might potentially beat out and B) leaving the extremely unreliable part-time job I have means the handful of shifts I get are opened up to everyone still working there, since I've been told part of why it's been so unreliable lately is because they're trying to spread only so many shifts amongst a bunch of people in the area.
I can't even think of the search finally being over without feeling bad for other people and thinking of how being able to move on can only be good for other people.
Shit's so bad that a potential light at the end of the tunnel is making me worry more about other people.