If the job hunt somehow materialized into a tangible person, this is how our conversation would go.
Me: Oh hey there, Job Hunt. It’s been a while. Guess we should catch up and stuff. Still being a little bitch?
JH: Oh for sure.
Me: Figured. How’s your BFF the Economy doing?
JH: She’s a dirty little whore and we’re totally not talking to each other.
Me: Ugh, that’s not helping me. At all. Can’t you send a friendly text or something?
JH: Can’t you just apply for unemployment or something?
Me: You’re a dick.
If the job hunt somehow materialized into a tangible object, this is what it would look like.
Challenge accepted, indeed.