Next time I lose my mind I swear I’m not even going to look for it any more.

If robbers ever broke into my house and searched for money, I’d just laugh and search with them.

The gaps in my resume are from the space bar.

Currently helping my husband look for his $20 I spent yesterday.

I’m willing to do anything for a job except write a cover letter.

Interviewer: “What did you learn from your previous job?” Me: “That I need a new job.”

I hope Google never goes down. I know like six, maybe seven, things.

I’m just a girl looking for another snack.

Nowadays, people no longer look for a needle in a haystack, but for errors in a spreadsheet.

8 year gap on resume that just says “karate”.

Googling “effect vs affect” in an incognito window.

Now that the nights are getting cooler again, spiders often hide in your bed in search of warmth. Sleep well!

Don’t worry, you’ll find the lost scissors when you’ll be searching for your glasses.

Googling symptoms until you cry.

“How is the job search going?” First of all, that is a violent question. And it hurts me, by the way. And second, how the hell should I know.

“I’m sure it’ll turn up” – Translation: I’m bored of helping you look.

My plumber asked me for a Google review. I said I thought it was a really good search engine and I’d give it 8/10.

Desperately searching the dating app settings for an option to turn down the difficulty level.

Thinking of starting a true crime podcast. Gotta explain this search history somehow.

Hey, we’re calling off the search party. We found a different guy out there we like more.