I stared at the screen of my laptop holding the mouse in my hand but not moving it, the cursor blinked on the screen mocking, prompting me to continue.
" Please attach your résumé and cover letter" was scrawled on the company's page. My fingers hovered over the keyboard but I didn't type anything in yet. this was the fifth time today I had filled out an application, and the fifth time I had stared too long at that blinking line.
“Ivana,” Mala’s voice drifted from the kitchen, the clink of spoons and the hiss of the kettle cutting through my chaotic thoughts. “You done with that one yet?”
“Almost,” I lied. My cover letter was still sitting half-finished, the last sentence stubbornly refusing to land. How was I supposed to sum up myself in neat bullet points when I still wasn’t entirely s
