I have a job, and I like it. At my job, I make very little money. No one could call me very materialistic, so for the most part it’s OK that I take home the same amount of cash as a pimply teenager. But, The Max starts college in nine years, so I have to think of someone other than myself when I consider my current employment status. Therefore, I look for new jobs.
Finding a new place of business turned into a fun little hobby of mine. Sure, I apply at all those places I am well qualified to succeed in, but alongside those boring nine to fivers, I have also been applying at places that will never hire me, ever.
Just last week I applied to be a news reporter, a DJ, and a writer for a well known sports broadcasting company. The final of those three has passed me onto the second round of eliminations. I’m a bit shocked, my next steps with the company may actually involve effort on my part.
I have an ink signed rejection letter from The Late Show with David Letterman. That may be my favorite rejection for a job inquiry. I also played phone tag with a newspaper for about a month before they lost all interest.
Some could see this as discouraging. I proudly cling to my rejections and beaten down efforts. I’m beginning to believe that starting at the top and working your way down is a far more pleasant ride.