A Valentine’s Day rejection isn’t as bad as you think

When I didn’t hear back from the company last week — when they said at the interview that I would hear back by Friday — I knew I didn’t get the job.

But as is all rejection, it isn’t final until you get that verbal “I’m breaking up with you” or pink slip in your inbox. I called them at 2 p.m. Friday and left a voicemail. No word by the end of the day, not even an email. Monday I was so busy at work that I didn’t get a chance to make another phone call. Still no email in my inbox from them.

Then Tuesday — Valentine’s Day — came and I was going to give them a final ring. To ask them why they have been avoiding me, or just to confirm that they had offered the position to someone else. They beat me to the punch. In my inbox mid-day was an email that included the sentence, “While your qualifications are certainly impressive, we have decided to pursue other candidates for the position.”

Rejected, yet again.

I want to know why, “I am not good enough.” I want to know why these other people are “better candidates.” I think I already know the answer though since the hiring manager alluded to me being overqualified for the position during the in-person interview. In this economy though, how can anyone be considered overqualified? Clearly, other places tell me I do not have enough experience so why should having too much experience be a negative aspect?

I just have too much love to share, I suppose.

Unlike the time last week I bawled my eyes out after finding out I would not be getting an interview at a place I for sure thought I would, I didn’t shed a tear this time.

I kind of didn’t have the energy to do all of that. To leave my office, cry in my car, become “normal” and presentable again, and go back to work. It’s too much effort. Plus, I already got my run for the day in before I had received the rejection email.

That evening I went to see “The Vow” at the movie theater. I figured, already rejected once for the day, I don’t really care if people see me alone here on V-Day. At this point, I’m more ashamed to tell family, friends, colleagues and mentors — time and time again — that I did not get hired by XYZ than the fact that I don’t have a date for Valentine’s Day. I could care less about that.

Also, because I was alone, I was able to snag a good middle seat even though I arrived five minutes late. And, I wasn’t alone. I saw one or two ladies by themselves — and even a man who was there by himself to watch a lukewarm romcom. I thought for sure his young military wife must be in the bathroom but even when the movie ended, he headed out of the theater alone.

I’m really tired. And, even though I feel like I’m alone in this job search, I know I’m not alone.

I hope my fellow job seekers had just a good Valentine’s Day as I did — or maybe even better.


The grass is always worse on the other side

If we’re into this whole “stay positive” bit, I need to think that the grass is not greener on the other side, right?

Why do we always think it’s greener on the other side of the fence?

I went to sleep early last night since I had to wake up at 5:30 this morning to finish a story before having to be at one of the high schools at 7:45 for another story. It has to do with this particular school’s restructure plan because they have failed state standardized testing for multiple years in a row. I was sitting in on an advising-type class and a senior was giving her culminating senior project presentation to a group of sophomores. She explained her “high school timeline” and what things she excelled in and what she had to work hard at. She dropped in “and then I had a child sophomore year” and went into her goal of becoming a chef and owning her own restaurant. She made it sound like having a baby while in high school was no big deal. She said it so casually. I almost thought I misheard her.

After her presentation, I got the correct spelling of her name, age and all the usual stuff a reporter should ask of the people they use in stories. I also asked her if she ever thought about dropping out or taking time off of school when she found out she was pregnant.

“No,” she said.

Everyday inspiration, every day. That’s one thing I’ve got going: Inspiring strangers.