Job hunting in 2025 feels like juggling AI, coffee, and chihuahua diapers before the sun even comes up. Today started like any other day. I rolled out of bed at the crack of dawn only to discover that our elderly hospice chihuahua had pulled off her diaper overnight. That meant coffee would have to wait, first a little cleanup duty.
With fresh caffeine in hand, I headed to my computer to check emails, messages, and job boards. Just as I got into the rhythm, the phone rang. My son’s school was calling, he was sick, and I needed to pick him up. So I threw on my uniform of champions (Geek T-shirt and jeans) and made a quick rescue run.
No sooner had I pulled back into the driveway than my cell rang again. This time it was not family, it was an AI system wanting to interview me for a job. So there I was, parked outside with my kid in the car, answering 30 minutes of scripted questions from a robot recruiter.
Recruiters, Minimum Wage, and More Coffee
Back at the computer, I tried to catch up on my 50-application daily goal (yes, I’m that motivated). A recruiter pinged me on LinkedIn their AI found a “perfect match” for my skills, an entry-level minimum wage job. With an electronic engineering degree and 20 years of experience, I had to politely decline. That was the seventh time I have been pitched that same job.
Then, finally, good news arrived. A recruiter reached out about a job I applied to weeks ago. We are scheduled to talk this afternoon. Maybe the tide is turning.
AI Video Interviews and Sleepy Hair
Just as I was getting hopeful, another interview link showed up in my inbox. I figured it was more quick questions, but instead the camera came on. So there I sat, messy hair, sleep eyes, and a T-shirt that says “LOL WUT,” recording a video interview for some unknown AI to review later.
This was my second AI video interview. It makes me wonder if the future of job hunting is filling out hundreds of applications, dodging scams, getting ghosted 80 to 90 percent of the time, and starring in awkward audition tapes for algorithms.
Well, I need a job, so I keep playing the game. Somewhere out there, a server is holding a video of me, underslept and wild-haired, explaining network infrastructure to a robot. Who knows, maybe Netflix will pick it up as a comedy special called AI, Coffee, and Chihuahua Diapers.
