Ah, Mediabistro, my old friend. After months of constant scrolling down your minimalist and chronologically-ordered page, I still feel a distance between us. Despite the inordinate amount of time we’ve spent together, you remain an enigma. Where does my resume go once you ingest it? What happens to all the cover letters I have sweated over before neatly uploading them to your latest job opening? When, my dear Mediabistro, will you take all I’ve given you and turn it into a job?
We just want to give Mary a hug.