Rejection

Rejection is such a raw undeniable feeling. It happens when you least expect it.

I was on my way back from a meeting and I walked into my office and shook the mouse. I saw a rejection e-mail from the GSA position that I interviewed for on July 12th. This is the opportunity that I wanted to disclose to you all. I wanted to find out the decision first, and there it was a rejection. I kind of figured this was going to be the case, but I had my hopes up to leave this position that I am currently in now. I really thought I had it in the bag. I called Drew (my husband) he said he was so sorry, and felt so bad for me.

When I got off the phone with Drew, I went into Linda’s office and told her that I didn’t get the position and that I was going to be still here. I took a seat in her chair, and she said, you will be okay, back to the drawing board. I smiled and got up from the chair in her office, and went back to my office. I  went back to my desk. I texted Max, my professor, who really helped me prep for the interview and told him I didn’t get it. I emailed my advisor, who also helped me prep. Lastly, I told John Locke, my internship supervisor. I logged on to RMU’s website and saw that there is a position open for something within my skill set. I immediately started my application. I  attached my resume and then drafted a cover letter. I sent it off. John told me that he reached out to his contact, and she is going to look for my application. They would like to start the phone screen next week. Okay, take a breath and try to process this is what I kept telling myself.

To be honest, I didn’t plan for rejection. I didn’t plan for survival in this position. So here goes,  survival what does this look like? I don’t know, but it has to be this way for now. I worked a head on my projects, thinking I wouldn’t be here and wanted to make sure they were all complete. I am not sure what is next, but I need to process this first.

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