I got another job rejection today. Via email. That was fun. One minute I’m spending some quality time with my son. The next minute I check the one unread email on my phone and my world crumbles. Again.
Luckily my son went out with his dad today, so I had some alone time to recover.
It goes something like this:
What am I doing wrong? Am I doing something wrong?
How do I not have a job yet?
Am I too old?
Am I overqualified?
Do I say dumb things?
How is this happening? What can I do to change it?
[insert ugly crying face and tears here]
I then get a grip and give myself a pep talk. Every. Damn. Time.
Some days I can take a full day to recover. Some days I take a few hours. Today was about an hour and a half. Then I had to pick up my daughter from school. I can’t pick up my kid at school with a tear-stained face and doom and gloom attitude.
Before I knew it, my son was home from time with his dad and it was dinner time. There was no use in moping around.
Tonight I applied to two more jobs.
I’ve applied to 28 jobs since the beginning of March and have maybe talked to two of the employers. I have not had a face-to-face interview with anyone yet. This is discouraging beyond belief. I went from never having time off and making almost six figures to watching the grass grow each day and making more peanut butter & jelly sandwiches than I have ever thought I would in my lifetime.
One things is for certain that I learned today: quitting is not an option. I have to keep trying for my kids. If it was just me that I was worried about, I may have given up by now. But nope, quitting is not an option.
Stifle Me Not