Jobless, But Still Loading: A September Reflection Nobody Asked For

No Job, No Soft Life, Just Wi-Fi and Hope

Intro:

September is literally tomorrow. Like, I blinked, and 2025 is buffering faster than my Wi-Fi when it’s 1 AM. And here I am—no job, no “congratulations, you’re hired” emails, just the sweet symphony of rejection letters piling up in my inbox like spam I never subscribed to.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I laugh about it sometimes (because crying is reserved for later this week when reality slaps me again). But under that laugh? Whew—there’s a wound. Because while my mates are out there employed, glowing, living that “soft life, girl life,” I’m still refreshing my Gmail like it’s a slot machine that might one day jackpot me a payslip. Spoiler alert: it hasn’t.

Body:

Here’s the thing: job hunting feels like unrequited love. You put your best self forward, you dress your CV in its sharpest suit, you rehearse those “I work well under pressure” lines like a TikTok trend… and then you get ghosted. Sometimes they don’t even text back with a “thank you for applying.” Brutal.

But if I zoom out for a second, I see something else: I’m still standing. Still sending applications. Still stubborn enough to believe that “your application was unsuccessful” doesn’t mean “your life will always be unsuccessful.” And maybe that’s worth pausing for.

Maybe September isn’t just another month on the calendar. Maybe it’s a checkpoint. A space to ask myself:

What have I actually improved on this year?

What should I be grateful for—even when I don’t feel it?

What do I still need to work on (besides convincing HR that I’m employable)?

And maybe—just maybe—it’s also a chance to manifest. Not in the “magic wand, abracadabra” kind of way, but in the sense of confessing with boldness, hope and faith: I will get a good paying job. I will. Because consistency, even when you feel crushed, does something.

Conclusion:

So, here I am, jobless but still loading. Tomorrow is September, and I’m choosing to believe it can be the month something shifts. Even if it doesn’t, I want this reflection to remind you (and me) that not getting picked doesn’t mean you’re not worthy.

If you’ve ever been in this “rejected but still applying” stage, let’s talk about it in the comments. What’s your September looking like? Are you manifesting, confessing, or just trying to survive the buffering?

Because trust me—you’re not the only one waiting for life to click “Download Complete.”

— The Girl Behind the Dreamer’s Pause

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