When dating becomes a full-time job
In the months following graduation from the University of Toronto in 2004, my routine was simple: I’d come home from my full-time job working retail, exhausted, feet aching and make a bowl of ramen noodles before settling in front of my bulbous Dell desktop computer for the night. I was broke and my “desk chair” was really just a large Rubbermaid bin covered in a towel. I’d spend hours pouring over job listings, writing cover letters and sending out resumes. When I crawled into bed late at night, exhaustion would quickly overtake me. It’s been almost fifteen years, but I still remember this tiresome and nerve-wracking period of my life.
