A few days ago, a friend of mine took my well-deserved ticket to becoming a prolific writer. It came as a shock to me, yet I wasn’t startled. You know how sometimes when you’re nearing death and the grim reaper has his arms spread out to make you his, and the doctors use electric shocks to snatch you back? It felt a little like that. I know it sounds exaggerated (it is), but thanks to my wonderful friend for sending out a reminder that it’s yet another threat to my generation’s already lost future. This is my bitterness writing, but in reality, I somehow survived with this nemesis of mine by my side, known as ChatGPT.
That jolt was pending and waited for months to perform its assigned tasks while I spent hours on mine, gradually losing my sanity to tech and memorizing the names of certain brands for their Instagram copies. The ‘corporate slave’ isn’t the right word; instead, let’s make it ‘corporate reliant’, where you’re praying to people with passports and almost fluent English to pay your bills, oh and to ask you at 3am if you’re available. I’m not entirely against this newly-found ‘job snatcher,’ as I myself rely on it to produce content for topics I have little to no knowledge about, or even when a client is hell-bent on generating 2000 plus words on a month-old issue.
‘I somehow survive with nemesis of mine by my side, known as ChatGPT’
Writing was an obsession, but it gradually became a chore. It’s how they say that once your passion becomes your job, you count days till it’s over. So you count and count till the anticipated yet unwelcomed email arrives and reminds you of your place as a mere human who simply can’t reach the level of a robot in matters of speed, creativity, and cost too. The email states, “your employment status” and it turns out you’re not even an employee anymore. After all, who wants to spend money? Why not take it to our graves and bribe god as well?
Why I Stopped Searching for Jobs
Inflation isn’t the only thing rising in this country; it’s the blood pressure, the headaches, and the endless anxiety of finding a stable job that’s skyrocketing in this time of uncertainty. The ‘influencers’ share ways to earn in dollars, and because of our innate habit of finding shortcuts for everything, not finding a quick solution puts a full stop to our motivation. Trying can only suffice with immediate results; otherwise, it’s just another ‘scam,’ and we don’t like scams unless it’s a ticket to Jeeto Pakistan. I stopped searching for jobs because of the rush of anxiety it brought with it.
When will I get hired? Do I even have enough skills? There are so many people better than me; why am I trying? Such questions make the brain go haywire, and not even Rooh Afza can calm your Rooh down. To summarize the very poetic description in the first paragraph of me losing my job to ChatGPT. I’ll be direct like the countless people sitting at home reading this, probably writing another blog like this one or creating a video. I’m not disappointed. You shouldn’t be either. Thanks to the many articles about the new AI leaving people jobless, everyone saw it coming.
In fact, I could make this blog easier on my tired fingers and generate it using Artificial intelligence (AI), but I’m not prepared to read an apology letter generated by a robot that claims to be emotionless. So why not keep this therapy session between humans? Quick advice – try but within a limit: It’s very easy to lose your mental peace when searching for a stable job and hoping someone would see through your mediocre LinkedIn profile and hire you. Taming your desperation is easier said than done. However, nothing good comes out of squeezing your body till the last drop of blood and sweat. You die, quite literally.
I’m well aware that trying within a limit isn’t an option for a sole breadwinner of the house. Take a breather, think about it, and repeat this to yourself: you weren’t sent to struggle all your life. Life takes drastic turns for a reason, and losing your career to a robot says a lot about the million-dollar companies than your skills. Expand your knowledge while you can, and I promise ChatGPT or any other AI won’t seem as threatening as it appears. This isn’t your last chance: Your career doesn’t end here unless you’re secretly hoping it does.
‘Expand your knowledge while you can, and I promise ChatGPT or any other AI won’t seem as threatening as it appears’
Another opportunity is making its way to you if you let it. Closing yourself up to potential offers, overdosing on tea because of how upset you are, or settling for less isn’t going to give you a push forward; instead, it’ll glue you to your seat. Sometimes the mountain stays steep, and you can’t expect to climb it with your tiny car. Buckle up and invest in a jeep. This is metaphoric. Please don’t try to drive up a mountain with a tiny car. This was all for today’s session. I hope you don’t have to return.