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May 31, 2026 - Humor

Chronicles of the Infinite Scroll

Authored by: Jay Archambeau

The mundane

Today started like any other Sunday — Focused on the subdued optimism that today might be the day the algorithms finally smiled upon me. Equipped with a fresh cup of coffee, an impeccable intro email in my mind, and a mouse finger ready for rapid repetition, I drove into the digital wilderness of today's job board.

The epic saga continued.

Phase I - "Entry level" enigma

First stop - a promising lead for a Senior UX Design position. The title read standard enough, but as I scrolled down to the qualifications, the space-time continuum thing warped.

    Requirements:

  • Type: Entry-level
  • Experience: 8+ years in Figma prototyping
  • Education: Master’s degree in Human-Computer Interaction or Wizardry
  • Proficient in CSS, HTML, JavaScript, Python, Swift, Rust, and ancient Aramaic
  • Certified Underwater SCUBA instruction a plus
  • Salary: Competitive (which usually means a close competition with a latest utility bill).

I paused, staring at my screen. Entry-level. I’m pretty sure by the time you have eight years experience, you’ve survived at least two major tech-stack migrations and developed a raging caffeine addiction. If that’s entry-level, advanced roles must require you to have personally co-authored the W3C WCAG guidelines with Jakob Nielsen.

Phase II - The portal of doom

Undeterred, I found another role that actually fit my background perfectly. Clean aesthetics, strong appreciation for user-centered design, remote-friendly, Work-balance: Check. Without hesitation, I clicked "Apply Now."

Instead of a seamless, one-click submission, I was violently redirected to a proprietary applicant tracking system from 2004.

  • Step 1: Upload your resume. (Done. Perfectly formatted, clean typography, Swiss-style)
  • Step 2: Please manually type every single piece of info from the resume you just uploaded

Palpable irony

A company hiring for a UX role was forcing candidates to endure an experience that felt like filling out tax forms on a dial-up connection. I spent twenty minutes correcting autofill errors where the system decided my previous job title was "Street Address" and my phone number ended up as my college GPA. Who knew?

Phase 3 - The AI driven match

By late afternoon, I reached the final hoop of the modern job hunt: the automated assessment. I found a post looking for someone to help integrate generative AI into a design lifecycle. Perfect.

I hit submit, and within three seconds, I received an automated email. It wasn't a rejection, but a request to complete an AI run "video interview" where I answer questions while a robotic facial-recognition AI silently judges me.

In recap

  1. An AI parsed my resume
  2. To apply for a job managing AI
  3. I now have to talk to an AI to prove I'm human

I sat there practicing my "enthusiastic but not unhinged" smile in the mirror, wondering if I could just train a local chatbot to do the video interview for me. We could just let the algorithms talk to each other over a digital coffee while I go outside and stare at a tree.

The verdict

As the sun sets on May 31st, my "Applied" folder is a little heavier, my coffee mug is empty, and my portfolio site is still standing despite the absolute beating I gave its code earlier.

No offers received today, but I did successfully navigate three captchas, proved I can identify a traffic light in six different images, and kept my sanity intact. In this market, that’s a senior-level win, IMO.

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