All in all, my week hasn’t been brilliant!
I managed to get rejected from some work experience I really wanted on Monday, then Tuesday rejected from a traineeship I really wanted, directly before failing my driving test!
Tuesday night saw my boyfriend treating me to many a double vodka and coke (they were out of Jack Daniels) and me singing away my troubles to the Dum Dum Girls…
Oh dear, I hear you say.
Wednesday morning- not hungover thank God- I felt tempted just to have the day off, stay in bed, read a book, ignore MediaUK and Holdthefrontpage for one day…
However I just don’t think it would make me feel any better. Rejection is a part of life, and a big part of the nature of journalism, you just kind of have to learn to take it on the chin.
So I was up at 7.30. Filled in a CRB check I’ve been putting off. Applied for more work experience and another job. Why not?
I just have to keep thinking to myself it only takes one person to like my CV and give me a chance… just one person… it can’t hurt to keep trying even if it means getting hurt being rejected.
Just gotta keep on trying, believe that you’ll get there eventually!