Every once in a while I search for jobs and stumble across one that’s been up for two years.
Still active. Probably pings a dead HR inbox.
Some poor sap is out there applying because, well… we’re in it right now.
I try to let the job apocalypse wash over me.
Unbothered. Serene.
Spinning my little yarns on LinkedIn.
The whims of the market cannot be contained.
But then my mortgage hits and suddenly I’m flipping tables.
It’s not just a bad time to job hunt because *gestures broadly at LinkedIn.*
We’re also in a massive, rolling transformation in how content is made, consumed, and monetized.
After killing it at my last gig and still getting laid off, I’ve landed on the burnt-out side of belief.
I see too many stories like:
“Finally got a job after my longest search ever. Fired three months later.”
No one wants to settle in while AI shifts the rules every week.
Not the creatives. Not the execs. Not the platforms.
Not even the algorithms.
The CEO at my last place said they didn’t want to hire “job hoppers.”
Wanted to see long tenures.
Then he laid off half the creative team.
The guy owns five houses.
How am I supposed to track him down to explain this at my next interview?
Also, I’m at that really awkward age to be jobless:
Too old to cut TikToks. Too young to retire.
So I’ve been hanging out with the cats, diving deep on AI tools (this week it’s a self-hosted n8n setup), and applying to jobs like it’s my job. (Not the two-year-old ones.)
But I’ve gotta get back out there or my brain will smooth over.
I miss the rhythm of work.
I miss having projects.
I miss mentoring a team.
So yeah, I’m looking at adjuncting at local colleges.
Because where else does a people leader go?
Routine, Projects, Mentoring: Boom.
Is the pay above the poverty line?
No. No it is not.
But it’s 3 out of 4.
