The last couple of days I've been aggressively pestered by head-hunters, and it's all for the kinds of work I could have handled around 3rd or 4th year while being helluva lot more motivated by the whole "meds, rent, food -- pick up to two" scholarship lifestyle. I guess the desirable "good fitting" people left, so that's them scraping the bottom of the barrel, but, unfortunately, I had enough time in health and comfort to develop ambition, sense of dignity, and standards. Same with the people/supposedly friends who went from years of blanking my existence to positively insisting I come by, catch up, meet their boss or some other C-level shitbag who four years ago would faint at the thought of sharing room with a plebe like me.

Hard pass on both. It's likely not rational or optimal, and I'm willfully losing the points in game of life here, but if I ever was in a headspace for empty relationships and pretending at networking, it certainly ain't now. Between work, study and doing stuff around the house, I get to spend time m̶e̶r̶c̶i̶l̶e̶s̶s̶l̶y̶ ̶o̶b̶l̶i̶t̶e̶r̶a̶t̶i̶n̶g̶ playing chess and boardgames with my brother and his circle loving every second of it.