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When i'm not chasing the rabbit...

Westcoast girl with a love for (but not limited to and in non sequential order) fashion, my besties, dragonboating, poetry, my fam jam, art, local music, research, yoga, gender stratification, spinning, and film. I do not own any of the images unless stated please see all source links. The writing is mine unless otherwise stated.

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    When you are looking for a new job, you spruce up the old resume and send out as many applications as possible to potential places, that look interesting and fit your needs. It is generally a frustrating experience as you are often rejected. Which in general sucks! Why take the risk of putting yourself out there?

    Well because you have to, if your not happy with your lot you have the opportunity to change it. When applying for jobs though we have developed a thicker skin when it comes to rejection, we often except it and take it more as it comes, and we don’t generally question our own self worth. It seems foolish to stop sending resumes if we don’t get a interview right away. So when we are dating how come we do the opposite?

    When you do finally get a call for a interview it can go one of two ways. During the first meeting you are bored out of your mind, this is like every other job you have had or seen and you realize you would rather be at home watching netflix.

    Second, you have a really good interview, your realize that your have similar goals and priorities and there is major potential. You have a follow up interview, maybe your shortlisted, and things begin to progress but at the end you are rejected, as you just were not the right candidate for a job. 

    The second situation is definitely the worst out of the two. When your excitement and hope from the potential is crushed we feel major pain. Apparently social rejection stimulates the same areas in your brain as when you have been physical hurt. Explains why sometimes it’s hard to bounce back uh?

    It’s easy to retreat back into our shell and make crazy proclamations like, “i’m never going to apply for a job again!”

    or maybe drive yourself a lil crazy by anlazying everything detail in attempt to gain clarity?  

    Or maybe you take it to personally, belittling yourself into thinking that you don’t bring anything good to the table which is why you were not shortlisted?

    Or maybe you fall into a bad routine of chocolate and excessive listening of boys to men? Or maybe all the above?

    Even though rejection is horrible it is a good reminder that you are at least taking chances. If you weren’t taking chances then you would not have experienced the rejection in the first place. 

    In the spirit of the new year I have decided not to listen to boys to men this go around and keep charging forward. I have decided to work on my rejection muscle and keep taking chances, because sometimes you do get the job and the benefits you get from that are far greater then what you experience inside your shell.

    Tagged: dating relationships rejection

    Posted on January 8, 2012 with 6 notes

    1. jennbaylee posted this
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