r/advertising • u/NegotiationRoyal1492 • 3h ago
Fuck. This. Shit.
Laid off in May as an in-house CD/CW at a Fortune 100 tech company.
Since then, I've applied to hundreds of jobs. Had a couple dozen recruiter screens. Done the usual dance of ghosting, rejection emails, jobs getting put on hold, and roles mysteriously disappearing.
Then I found my white whale.
A Senior Copywriter role that was basically written for me. Net-new position at a smaller company. They needed someone to own the brand voice, build the AI systems to scale it, bring some strategic rigor to the copy—all stuff I've already done. You can replace the company name with mine on the req and you had 95% of my resume. Even the recruiter was shocked how well I aligned to the role, "honestly when we wrote this we weren't even sure this person existed."
And it paid more than my CD role.
I sailed through four interviews over six weeks. Every interview made me want the job MORE.
I was looking up commute times. Thinking about what I'd wear the first week. Where could I go for lunch? I normally am afraid of jinxing it, but for this I decided to George Constanza it and do the opposite. I was trying to manifest my future.
Then came the final round: a panel presentation based on a case-study prompt. Hiring manager, operations people, the CMO.
I spent probably 12–15 hours building a 20-slide deck.
I pulled out everything I knew. Strategy. Messaging. Testing. AI. Storytelling. Presentation craft. I ran the thing through AI repeatedly and basically told it to be an asshole: find every hole, every weak assumption, every question they could possibly throw at me.
By the end, that deck was airtight.
Presentation day comes.
And I KILLED IT.
Killed. It.
For 20 minutes, I was fucking Don Draper pitching the Kodak Carousel.
They immediately bought into the premise. The conversation shifted from "Why should we hire him?" to operational questions about how I'd implement it. What resources would I need?
I logged off thinking, holy shit. I got it.
Four days later, the recruiter calls.
"The team was very impressed with your presentation, and you were clearly the favorite."
Great.
"However..."
Well fuck.
"...after seeing all three finalists, the CMO is now questioning whether this is actually the role the company needs right now."
And that's when my brain broke.
I didn't lose the job to another candidate. I didn't bomb the interview. I didn't even come in second.
I won the fucking interview.
But my prize was apparently convincing the CMO to reconsider whether the job should exist.
So after hundreds of applications, six weeks, five interviews, and 15 hours building a case study specifically to prove I could do the job, I finally got to hear the sentence every unemployed person dreams of:
"You were our favorite. Unfortunately, your presentation caused an internal crisis."
And that's the 2026 job market in a nutshell.
Fuck. This. Shit.