For the past 15 years, I’ve worked all kinds of jobs: bussing tables in a small restaurant in Brooklyn, bartending in New York City’s famous Meatpacking District, making ads as an art director at an award-winning agency on Madison Avenue. Two months ago, I found myself with no job, and no job offers, for the first time since I moved to the United States from Bulgaria. As anxiety, insecurity and impostor syndrome slowly tried to take over, I began documenting my pandemic job-hunting experience. While I knew I wasn’t alone in this, it surely felt lonely. This is what the last two months looked like for me — and likely millions of other unemployed people in the United States.