Trigger warning: This post discusses social anxiety, depression, workplace bullying, and quitting a job for mental health. Read with care. College Placements That Weren’t Placements I thought adulting meant a neat pay slip, a cup of office tea, and a reasonable number of passive-aggressive emails. Turns out adulting sometimes means staring at fluorescent lights while your stomach does interpretive dance. Post-college, I dove right into job searching — Naukri, Google, and those "freshers welcome" job ads that secretly require five years of experience. My college "placement" was a politic ease: one bank came, employed individuals from a particular category (they assured me they were even, and I laughed like it was business as usual). I cleared the tests, did the in-person, and the interviewer even complimented me — but the final roll call was like a drama I wasn't a part of. The Waiting Game: Freshers Need Experience? So I spent over a year looking. The ads dema...
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