rejection sucks.

this isn't some sappy post about how i was rejected by some cute boy that i met at some rad coffee shop. nope. none of that. this is about being rejected from jobs. i feel like i've always been prepared for success, but never for rejection. this feeling sucks. you're not good enough. you don't have the skills we need. you suck you suck you suck you suck.

i was rejected by a nanny agency. a nanny agency. i love kids. ask sam, he loves me back. blah blah blah. whatever the case, i didn't have enough experience. janelle and anna will be laughing to find out i applied at a nanny agency.

i was rejected by the taproot foundation for not having the skills they needed. the girl was so awkward on the phone, i felt bad for her. these were the skills they wanted: organized and detail oriented. good communication skills. ability to consistently meet deadlines. professional demeanor. check, check, check and check. ask michele, she knows. i can do all of those things. that was the job i wanted. it was a program and event assistant. oh well.

it's weird how when i heard the "you aren't what we're looking for" words over the phone, they didn't get to me until later in the evening when a group of us faithful "lost" watchers, ditched three of us to watch. it's just a tv show, emily, just a tv show. i know, but damnit i'm all about loyalty and not leaving anyone behind. okay, maybe that's not always true, but that's how i was feeling as a result from my rejection.

this is a really negative post. forgive me. i keep seeing this theme of "let it go" in my life. you'd think i'd listen. from meredith grey to people in the house to my family, i keep hearing "let it go." now, only if i could listen.

good news: i have an interview at nordstroms in the handbag department. the funny part is that i hate handbags and all that those types of handbags stand for. why am i doing this? oh yes, i remember: bills to pay. i love being an adult. maybe this isn't good news.

i am applying to the usf program for sure. excited.