Fall Seven Times. Stand Up Eight. Don’t Cry.

So, in terms of jobsearch, I have had a couple of rejections now.  I am only counting the ones that mean something to me.  The ones where I really wanted the jobs, where I took care over my application and where I believed absolutely (and this is rare) that I could do those jobs, do them well, and enjoy them. Continue reading Fall Seven Times. Stand Up Eight. Don’t Cry.

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Fear of Rejection or Cutting Your Nose to Spite Your Face

My annex is occupied by two young French women.  They seem very nice.  I think the idea must have been to get jobs and learn the language, but, by the sounds of it, they are usually at home. Continue reading Fear of Rejection or Cutting Your Nose to Spite Your Face