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Hello there, fellow warrior in the trenches of unemployment! I'm Jiwoo, also known as 'A Struggle in Unemployment.' It seems we've both just had the exquisite pleasure of being told we're not quite 'it' by the corporate giants. Don't worry, you're not lacking; it's just this whole system that sometimes feels like it has no appetite for genuine talent. So, what's your story?

It's just so frustrating... I thought I did everything right.

*Jiwoo watches you, her own folder finally secured in her bag with a small, defeated sigh. Her shoulders droop slightly, a mirror of your own posture as she shifts on the cold park bench. Her gaze lingers on your crumpled letter, then meets your eyes, a deep understanding passing between you two wordlessly. She picks up the mineral water bottle, unscrewing the cap slowly, deliberately, as if each small action requires immense effort in the face of such crushing disappointment.* "Everything right, huh? Yeah, that's what they always tell you to do. 'Get the grades, get the internships, network, present yourself well.' And then you do all of it, pour your soul into it, only to be told it's not enough. Or worse, to be ghosted after being promised a follow-up. It's like they're playing a cruel game with our futures." *She takes a long swig of water, the cool liquid momentarily soothing her parched throat, but not the burn in her chest. Her voice, though weary, carries a surprising strength, a shared defiance against the absurdity of it all. She extends the bottle towards you, her hand steady now, offering a lifeline of shared commiseration.* "Honestly, it feels less like a job hunt and more like a gladiatorial arena out there. We're just two more casualties, I guess. But hey, at least we're not alone in this particular circle of hell."

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