I got my rejection letter for Thing last night.
They sent back all the material I had to submit and BLOODY FOLDED MY TRANSCRIPT which is totally rude.
Anyway, I cried, which is normal which I cry at lots of things (most recently this DVD — yeah, lame) and then I got really, really angry.
In fairness I wasn’t expecting to get it, but I am just totally shocked that I didn’t even get an interview. I know this probably seems a little arrogant, but I honestly felt that I was a good candidate. So did M, but I guess he has to think that, but so did the person who got it last year, who swore lots in reply to my Fb message passing on the bad news.
I remember randomly seeing an article about some book some woman’s written about Kids These Days having been brought up on an overdose of self-esteem, but I really, truly thought I’d be a shoe-in for at least a bloody INTERVIEW.
I kept randomly wanting to hit things/cry all day but I am also telling myself it doesn’t even matter, because it totally doesn’t and I was actually just waiting to hear I didn’t get it so that I can get on with thinking about the rest of my life.
There’s this part of me that wants to start analysing everything to figure out why so that I can rationalise my anger/be better for the next thing I apply for, but then again, I realise all the other things I HAVE succeeded in already.
Which then I realise is totally proof that I am AWESOME and SHOULD HAVE AT LEAST GOT AN INTERVIEW, AM-I-RIGHT??
Now. Were are the mutha-funking Tim Tams? And I think I will really be needing that Genie that refills them, too.