Each day that passes feels like one more stab of a tiny needle. Like one of those ancient torture methods in which criminals were put to death with small nicks of the sword rather than one swift wrench to the heart. It's another day, another rejection, but today it wasn't just any rejection--it's the rejection of none other than my alma mater. That's right. I am not good enough to work at the University of Puget Sound, the institution which was happy to give me a bachelors' of arts in exchange for many thousands of dollars. Not only that, but I was rejected from the very office in which I worked as a student.
Where do I go from here? I'm clinging with all my might to the last shreds of self-esteem that I possess. If I'm not qualified enough to work for my university, after three years of university administrative experience along with time in that specific field, what am I qualified for? It seems as though there's nothing left.
I know I put myself into this situation. I didn't make a plan after college. I followed my heart and my impulses. I don't have specific training and I don't have the money to return to school. So where do I go from here?
Today, my answer is to the kitchen. Besides when I sit on the couch at the boys' apartment and watch the ferries, the only time I find peace is when I'm creating something in the kitchen. Not even the Nyquil is working today. Instead it's lemon-drenched lemon cakes, walnut bread and tuna noodle casserole. Comfort food. Peaceful food.
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If it's any consolation, it's likely not about you. From what I can tell you're seemingly extremely qualified to work for UPS. But with the economy the way it is, there were probably a lot of other people, many with even more experience, looking for the position too. The amount of competition is ridiculous right now. I realize you've heard this all before, but it really is true. Keep your head up. Something good will come.
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