Not my Circus, not my Monkeys: Well Sorta

Career Plan you say? Oh, really? Right now, it feels like I’m part of my own 7 ring circus.

This is definitely my circus, and these monkeys? They’re on my back, in my inbox, and somehow messing with my résumé formatting.

Instead of simply submitting an application, I’m now performing keyword gymnastics—carefully stuffing in every term from the job posting like I’m assembling a puzzle with missing pieces.

And the illusion act? Follow -up? Second interviews?

Meanwhile, I’m juggling networking, interviews, applications, and family responsibilities—all while a very persistent monkey clings to my shoulders for dear life.

And then there’s the Ringmaster—God, telling me to breathe, trust the process, and wait for the right opportunity to come.

So here I am, hanging upside down on the trapeze, hoping the right team catches me before I fall into another round of “Thanks, but we’ve chosen another candidate.”

Hang in there, fellow performers. The right circus awaits.

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