Resumedia 2025-09-17T08:25:02Z
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Rain lashed against the coffee shop window as I stared at my third rejection email that week. My fingers trembled against the chipped mug handle – that familiar acid-burn of shame rising in my throat. Twenty years in logistics management reduced to ghosted applications and LinkedIn silence. My "resume" was a Frankenstein monster: a 2012 Word doc patched with scribbled Post-its about certifications I’d earned during pandemic lockdowns. The dates didn’t even align properly. When my thumb accidenta
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Rain lashed against the coffee shop window as I scrolled through yet another rejection email, the bitter aftertaste of my latte mixing with humiliation. My fingers trembled against the cracked phone screen - twelve years of supply chain expertise reduced to digital ghosts in applicant tracking systems. That's when I noticed the blue icon tucked between food delivery apps: Jobseeker. Desperation overrode skepticism as I tapped install, little knowing that simple gesture would rewrite my professio