One of the hardest things to deal with in life is this little thing called... REJECTION!
Rejection is one of the hardest things to deal with in your 20s. You want to know why? Because it happens a lot. And when I say a lot I really and truly mean it. It starts of with colleges and universities on whether you get in or not. It then moves on to whether a professor likes you and your work. I feel it only escalates from there. Those are just the sort of rejections you have to worry about as a student. As a girl you face rejection from guys, from jobs, and from work.
If you cannot tell I have faced some rejection here in the last week. Though I know it was not personal rejection always seems to hurt.
I had applied for a job about a month and a half ago. It was for a job in Montana and though I thought it looked interesting I thought nothing of it and pushed it to the back of my mind. Almost two weeks ago now I received a call asking me if I was still interested and if I would be available the following day for an interview. I responded with a resounding YES! I spent the evening researching as much as I could about the business; what they did for the public, how they operated, and their entire history. I discovered in my research that I would actually not only love the job but the business also looked fantastic and everything I could hope for. I had the interview the following day and thought it went very well. I was informed that I would find out by the end of the week if I had received the position. I was ecstatic! I felt sure that this position could be mine and started imagining what my life could be like with this job. (Even though I told myself not to.)
By the end of the week I was a wreak. I could not wait to find out about the position and move forward with my plans. To my dismay when I got the call I was told that they had gone with someone else who had more experience in event planning.... This was blow to my ego. I hadn't realized how much I wanted this job until it was denied to me.
I spent the next few days trying to figure out my next move. That was when I realized that I didn't have to have a next move. I could just continue applying for jobs like I have been for the last month.
The first cut is the deepest as they say. Now I know what it feels like at this point in my life. I am prepared for my next encounter with rejection. In fact I am ready to embrace rejection and make it my play thing! (A little far I know but I felt it was required.)
This ONE rejection was not the end of the world nor will it be my last rejection in my hunt for full time employment.
Have you ever had rejection so bad it hurt? Tell me about it.
Thursday, April 25, 2013
Friday, April 12, 2013
Have you Met Miss Jones?
Some days I feel like my life is going no where; that I have no motivation or goals. It is at this point that I usually look up my friend Bridget Jones. Now some of you might know Bridget Jones and some of you may not. I was first introduced to Miss Jones during the summer between my eighth grade and freshman year. It was a big deal. I was moving on into High School. Into the unknown... (or really just moving out of the mid-high commons since I went to a combination mid/high school.)
At first look Bridget Jones was a weird anomaly to me. I could not understand why any of this was amusing and why people would like this movie let alone go out and read the book. (This was before I had read or seen Pride and Prejudice.) It was not until I went looking for books to read on vacation a few years later that I picked up the book (and it's sequel) that I began to understand the appeal of Miss Jones.
Bridget Jones is every girl. She screws up.. constantly. She has crazy parents and even crazier friends. She whines like a normal person, acts like a normal person, and eats like a normal person. In so many books and movies the female heroine's always seem somewhat artificial. They have aspects of a normal person but you put everything together and it just doesn't feel quite right. And yet despite all of these factors in Bridget's life she still ends up with the guy and is her own women in the process.
This aspect of Bridget Jones appeals to me. Even though it is just a book (or movie) it gives me hope that even the normal people (or slightly dysfunctional people) have a hope at a happy ending and dreams come true. (I mean have you seen Mark Darcy? Who wouldn't want him?)
At first look Bridget Jones was a weird anomaly to me. I could not understand why any of this was amusing and why people would like this movie let alone go out and read the book. (This was before I had read or seen Pride and Prejudice.) It was not until I went looking for books to read on vacation a few years later that I picked up the book (and it's sequel) that I began to understand the appeal of Miss Jones.
Bridget Jones is every girl. She screws up.. constantly. She has crazy parents and even crazier friends. She whines like a normal person, acts like a normal person, and eats like a normal person. In so many books and movies the female heroine's always seem somewhat artificial. They have aspects of a normal person but you put everything together and it just doesn't feel quite right. And yet despite all of these factors in Bridget's life she still ends up with the guy and is her own women in the process.
This aspect of Bridget Jones appeals to me. Even though it is just a book (or movie) it gives me hope that even the normal people (or slightly dysfunctional people) have a hope at a happy ending and dreams come true. (I mean have you seen Mark Darcy? Who wouldn't want him?)
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Apparently I'm Dopey
It's official I am Dopey.
Anyone who knows me knows that I am not a very athletic person. I did sports growing up. I played in a soccer league and mostly swam my summers away. In high school I quit swimming and was a theater kid. That pretty much ended any group sports activities that I participated in.
Fast-forward to Spring of 2012. I got accepted to the Disney College Program and then for some silly reason decided to register for the Tower of Terror 10 Miler. For a girl who could barely run a mile this was a big deal. I started training and trained all summer...
It was a long summer. I started off not being able to run 3 miles without getting winded to being able to run 10 miles without killing myself. After this race I ran a couple of times, nothing serious, but mostly my running just stopped. I got busy with work and holiday's here at Disney. I realize that these are just excuses but they still stopped me from continuing on with my running goals which I had been so good about up until that point.
March 22, 2013 - Disney announces it's lineup for their Walt Disney Marathon Weekend. They had the usual races (1/2 marathon, full marathon, and Goofy's Race and a Half Challenge). However, this year they added a couple more races. They added a 10K and... the Dopey Challenge.
The Dopey Challenge spans all of Marathon Weekend. It starts of on Thursday with a 5K, then continues to Friday with the inaugural 10K, Saturday is the 1/2 Marathon, and then on Sunday the Marathon. Combined all of these races together and you get the Dopey Challenge.
48.6 miles over a span of 4 days..... and I registered. Now do you understand why I am dopey? I haven't been seriously running since December and I am now registered to run a full marathon plus a lot more. It's a really good thing I have 9 months to train for this or it would be potentially problematic. I am also not the only dopey one out there. I have a few friends who have registered right along with me.
I'm hoping to write about my experience of changing my life around for running and how it effects the rest of my life. I also will need to take a serious look at my nutrition so that I am fulling my body properly from all the running that I will be doing. Wish me luck.
Anyone have advice for this "dopey" undertaking?
P.S. At the end of this endeavor I get 6 medals!
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
How Not to Make Tea or How I Burned My Foot
Burns are never a good thing. I mean never. As a partially functioning adult I would expect me to be smarter than it would seem I am. Just the other day I was making my morning tea with my electric kettle when the lid (whether not fully attached or freak accident) decided to pop open and spill on the counter. This would not be a problem if my foot had not been next to the counter when the water flowed off of the counter right towards my innocent foot. The foot in question is my left foot and was slightly injured in this party foul.
First aid training then jumped in, as soon as I was done freaking out. Cold water.. stat! After sticking my foot in the tub under the cooler water for about 5 min. I decided I should text my mom and ask her advice on what I should do next because I honestly had no idea. The only part of first aid training that seemed to stick with me was needing to slightly lower the temperature of the area but not so cold to cause hypothermia. Needless to say my mom probably no longer puts me into the category of partially functioning adult but she did help me in my time of need... from clear across the country.
I learned you are not supposed to put any sort of ointment on the burn in case the skin is broken because it could then become infected. You also need to wrap it loosely in gauze in order to keep it clean but still able to breathe. This was the difficult part for me. I had no gauze sitting around. I then remembered that I had a first aid kit in my car. Putting on my work shoes since those were the only ones that did not touch the burn (lucky me) I made the journey to my car and much to my joy there were gauze pads there to greet me. Now you can't exactly wrap a burn with a pad but I made it work. Putting a gauze pad on the top of my foot and wrapping athletic tape around it to stay in place.
Work that night was interesting since I had to wear pantyhose over my attempt at first aid. Needless to say there was an awkward moment when I asked my leader if I could take my pantyhose off after guests were gone. His answer was yes as long as it wasn't in front of him. I replied with obviously not. Oh so witty I know.
My burn is mostly healed. It is now just a red splotch on the top of my foot, looking slightly amusing against my oh so white skin.
Let this be a lesson to me for thinking I am a partially functioning adult who knows how to handle situations without help from my mother. But on the good side I now know how to react and handle a situation involving a burn without going into a full on panic. I see that as a good thing. Just another step in my path to becoming domesticated.
Have a marvelous day!
-B
First aid training then jumped in, as soon as I was done freaking out. Cold water.. stat! After sticking my foot in the tub under the cooler water for about 5 min. I decided I should text my mom and ask her advice on what I should do next because I honestly had no idea. The only part of first aid training that seemed to stick with me was needing to slightly lower the temperature of the area but not so cold to cause hypothermia. Needless to say my mom probably no longer puts me into the category of partially functioning adult but she did help me in my time of need... from clear across the country.
I learned you are not supposed to put any sort of ointment on the burn in case the skin is broken because it could then become infected. You also need to wrap it loosely in gauze in order to keep it clean but still able to breathe. This was the difficult part for me. I had no gauze sitting around. I then remembered that I had a first aid kit in my car. Putting on my work shoes since those were the only ones that did not touch the burn (lucky me) I made the journey to my car and much to my joy there were gauze pads there to greet me. Now you can't exactly wrap a burn with a pad but I made it work. Putting a gauze pad on the top of my foot and wrapping athletic tape around it to stay in place.
Work that night was interesting since I had to wear pantyhose over my attempt at first aid. Needless to say there was an awkward moment when I asked my leader if I could take my pantyhose off after guests were gone. His answer was yes as long as it wasn't in front of him. I replied with obviously not. Oh so witty I know.
My burn is mostly healed. It is now just a red splotch on the top of my foot, looking slightly amusing against my oh so white skin.
Let this be a lesson to me for thinking I am a partially functioning adult who knows how to handle situations without help from my mother. But on the good side I now know how to react and handle a situation involving a burn without going into a full on panic. I see that as a good thing. Just another step in my path to becoming domesticated.
Have a marvelous day!
-B
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