ai tools making my brain hurt

So, I was just trying to relax with a bag of chips when I stumbled upon this whole idea of AI tools crafting professional CVs for beginners. Seriously, the internet claims AI has turned into some magical genie that can do just about anything – like turn my pathetic excuse for a CV into something that could outshine a Wall Street resume. Right? Wrong. It’s like stepping into this weird, sci-fi dimension where nothing functions the way you’d expect.

First, there’s this AI tool that promises to take you from ‘dunno’ to ‘I got the job’ in a few clicks. Ha, wouldn’t that be the dream? Instead, what happens is it sucks you into its vortex, asking a billion questions. It’s like being lost in a deep maze where you’re ~supposed to~ know exactly what you want to say about your “leadership skills” (I mean, do I even have those?).

Oh, and not to mention the drama of selecting the perfect template. You’re bombarded with choices. It’s like walking into a fancy bakery with zero cash in your pocket. You want everything but can’t make a sensible decision. Why are there so many colors? Feels like a therapy session with a ‘50 shades of grey’ theme thrown in.

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Anyway, once you somehow soldier through that and finally put your mangled thoughts on your ‘professional looking’ CV, you realize it looks more like a complicated math equation than something employable. But maybe that’s just me, and my uncontainable chaos reflected right back at me.

To add salt to the wound, there’s the endless tweaking. God, the tweaking! These tools make you go over the same lines again and again like some monotoned echo. It’s maddening. While I’m on my eighth coffee fix hoping to finish, the AI is chilling back, still asking if I want to change my ‘hobbies’ section to make it sound ‘dynamic’. Ugh. Dynamic? I barely feel human.

Then there are those pesky altcoin ads thrown in because apparently, my online activities signal I must really, really need to invest in digital currency with names I can’t pronounce. Yeah, because that’s what I need – more financial theories to boggle my brain.

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In the end, I’m left here – brain fried, staring down at what’s supposed to be my ticket to a corner office (or something). Whatever happened to just winging it on a Word document? Sigh. My eyes still hurt. I need coffee. Ugh.