What rejection does to your morale…

(The following is a demonstration, entirely in sound effects.)

Wheeee!

Tralalala..

Uh oh.

BOOOOOMM!

Pshshhhhhh.

Pfft.

Poof.

Crashed and burned, baby. Crashed. And. Burned.

And the funny thing is, I didn’t even want that job.

I just thought I’d get into the practice of sending out resumes. But then I thought, if I can’t even get a job I don’t even want — if I can’t even have the option to refuse a job I don’t want (but got) — then then then who’s to say I can get anything, anything at all?!

This isn’t my first ever rejected attempt, of course, and I was already expecting it. But still.

I think I might start to… uhmm.. sniff, sniff–

Waahh! WAAAAHHHH!!

(Here is Nadia, stomping her feet and trashing her room, throwing books onto the floor and screaming the world is unfair, THE WORLD IS UNFAAAAIIIIR. Where is the silver spoon now, wheeere?)

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Bah. I’ll be fine. I moped all day yesterday. You’d think it’d be out of my system by now.