Argh! I didn’t get that job that I was wanting. My friend who works there said they went with people who had a lot of non-profit experience this time around. In this case, it’s that my experiences don’t match what they didn’t even say they wanted, and in my enthusiasm to try to come across as flexible, I think I maybe came across as too much an over achiever who would just be using this job as a stepping stone.
Job searching is just depressing. Doubly so when I was used to being the top on my team constantly at the old job, and only left to move to civilization.
I honestly think, in many ways, I’d rather deal with publishing rejections, because I can distance it better. It’s not ME they don’t like, but the story. Maybe it’s the market. Maybe it’s not bad writing, but they just didn’t connect with it, or they already have a client working on a similar concept (though I doubt this one with my current WIPs. I tend to march to a different idea beat than most people.) Maybe I just caught them on a bad day, and I should have included chocolate in the query.
Life is full of rejections. We have to roll with them, slog on, and hope for the best.
Meanwhile, I write on.
(And put in some applications for editor/agent jobs. After all, the worse they can say is no!)