I have a pathetically detailed file system for keeping my life-documents in order.
I have five consecutive folders, in ascending order by year, all entitled “Job Search”.
I cannot *wait* until I have a gap in that line. I imagine it will be delightful; full of planned vacations and holiday bonuses instead of once again fighting with formats, double checking numbers for references, cover letter after cover letter, seriously-what-the-fuck-is-the-difference-between-a-resume-and-a-CV, stressful insanity
Until then, I guess, it’s back to the same old dance: