So there I was, a puddle of pumpkin spice, my physical body crumpled on the pavement outside of Starbucks while my glowing, (aptly) burnt-orange spirit levitated upwards, wondering what the hell I was supposed to do next.
“I was running out of ‘wish I were here’ TBT travel posts from when I studied abroad in Spain. I needed a new, fresh perspective.”
Most blogs will tell you to send the recruiter a brief handwritten thank you note. This is wrong.