Rejection

After a good first interview, and a promising call back meeting, I felt like I had a pretty good shot at getting a PAID internship with the legal department at Insurance Company. Although I tried not to get my hopes up, I was secretly planning my acceptance speech ("I really didn't expect this! Wow! I'd like to thank the academy, my parents, my dermatologist..."). I was told a decision would be made Thursday afternoon or Friday morning. I waited like a love-sick teenager by my phone for nearly 48 hours. I tried to act nonchalant, but P became suspicious when he caught me attempting to water-proof my phone before I got in the shower.

But here's the thing: whether you're a love-sick teen (get a life) or a desperate law student (also an argument here about getting a life), and you find yourself glued to the phone, you didn't get the job/date/date with your job. I suspect that Jesus took one look at my hopes (and a draft of my acceptance speech), laughed, and put them through the paper-shredder with all of his misspelled junk mail . I'm tired of being let down. I'm tired of not being good enough when all my life I've been the best.

Some call this a lesson in humility. I call it a lesson in why people end up joining cults. Just saying. I could use a little acceptance.