We Regret to Inform You...
I spent 8 months looking for work from June last year until March this year. I haven't yet found the time (or energy) to go through all my rejection letters and count just how many times I've heard "we regret to inform you", but I'm guessing that it's more than 100 - easily.
And then when I finally did get a contract in March, it only lasted two weeks before lockdown happened and that job vanished. Which, in retrospect was one of the best things to happen to me because I decided that day to create Project Displaced and this has been one of the single most amazing things that has happened to me.
But the sting of reading those words (even when I knew deep down that I was never really right for the job, and I totally expected a rejection) hurt, every single time.
And yet I still kept on applying for jobs. I took a breath, acknowledged that it was crappy to be rejected but hey, at least they replied, right?!