Sorry about the job. From what rejection I have encountered over my short lifespan I can offer only a narrow perspective. But as I prepare to apply to college, I am certain that will change. Still, last year I wrote a series of essays that amounted to 5,000 words in attempt to gain acceptance to TASP, this summer program sponsored by some obscure scholarship association. I was rejected during the first phase of the admission process, so I didn't even receive an interview. And I was devastated. But this summer - which I spent working and writing - proved invaluable not only to my current self, but also to my future. I seriously contemplated who I was, and I'm now much better off. But what if I would have benefited more from attending that summer program? I might have, but I would still be living with an inflated ego, with an inflated sense of my intelligence and potential.
And as you said, you're above that job. Maybe that's why they rejected you. Maybe, with your resume in hand, they considered your future, too. They saw something big, much bigger than being some glorified receptionist. Whatever their reason, don't back down. Keep striving for better, as you suggested.
Together, let's both remind ourselves to strive for the best. Let's both remind ourselves to not be scared of rejection. Let's not let ourselves grow content just yet.
Lastly, I insist that you read The Alchemist. I read it in one sitting, and I know that you probably would too.
KatieKid. This is my oldest niece. I have three of them, but she is by far the coolest one. Yeah, I know we aren't supposed to have favorites like that, but none of them know about this blog, and if they ever do find it, well, then I guess I will deal with any backlash then. KatieKid reminds me a lot of myself in some ways, but she is smarter and has her head more firmly attached to her shoulders than I ever did. She is only 11 years younger than I am, but is more mature than I could dream of at her age.
GEM This is my best friend. He is just as wildly dark humored and snarky as I am and has probably an even hotter temper than I do. He doesn't own a computer and is constantly stunned by what I can find to buy online. Yes, he is gay, so we are just friends. He has 4 dogs, 5 horses, a couple of goats and a bunch of chickens on his little farm.
Biki. Biki was a feral kitten who showed up one day. He is slightly cross eyed and more than lsightly dumb. But he is very sweet and loving and he plays with Eddie, so I kept him. Biki is growing fatter every day and I fear that he will never get over the need to eat as much as he can whenever he can feral stage.
Edgar. Egdar or The Dude, is a gorgeous black smoke Persian cat. He was a stray I took in, confident that his owner would seek him out. 5 years later and he is now mine. Eddie follows me from room to room and will howl if he doesn't know where I am. I guess thats love.
Camille. Camille is my second cat. I have had her with me since she was born. She is solid black and will turn 15 this year. She hates Edgar, and has actually needed to take Prozac to cut back on her stress.
"CR" CR is PseudoMoms husband. Sometimes I think we are so alike that we are just bound to butt heads and clash, but he is very smart and has also helped me out quite a bit.
"PseudoMom" PM is my mom figure. I met her at a job, and she just sort of took me in amongst her 3 natural children. She offers love and support and a taste of normal family life.
"G" G is my middle brother. He is incredibly gifted with musical and artistic abilities and is a very strange little person, much like me!
I am newly single, bored, depressed, wildly snarky, have a dark sense of humor, but can be very kind.
I would like to be more patient, and less quick tempered.
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Sorry about the job. From what rejection I have encountered over my short lifespan I can offer only a narrow perspective. But as I prepare to apply to college, I am certain that will change. Still, last year I wrote a series of essays that amounted to 5,000 words in attempt to gain acceptance to TASP, this summer program sponsored by some obscure scholarship association. I was rejected during the first phase of the admission process, so I didn't even receive an interview. And I was devastated. But this summer - which I spent working and writing - proved invaluable not only to my current self, but also to my future. I seriously contemplated who I was, and I'm now much better off. But what if I would have benefited more from attending that summer program? I might have, but I would still be living with an inflated ego, with an inflated sense of my intelligence and potential.
And as you said, you're above that job. Maybe that's why they rejected you. Maybe, with your resume in hand, they considered your future, too. They saw something big, much bigger than being some glorified receptionist. Whatever their reason, don't back down. Keep striving for better, as you suggested.
Together, let's both remind ourselves to strive for the best. Let's both remind ourselves to not be scared of rejection. Let's not let ourselves grow content just yet.
Lastly, I insist that you read The Alchemist. I read it in one sitting, and I know that you probably would too.
OMG Willie Long...I love it!
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