All American Reject

I am currently in Atlanta at the bf’s nursing the wounds of my first job rejection of 2012.

Now I am not really sad about this rejection. I think this job would have been wrong for me. The position involved grassroots fundraising for the Democratic party, door to door, in Atlanta- which is to say it would only be marginally less soul sucking than working 2 part time service jobs. It is a tough job- I have a new found respect for people who do this kind of work. All the people I met at the office were amazingly knowledgeable young people, versed in every argument of the apathetic donor, dogged in their pursuit of finding funding for the party. I enjoyed being around politically active people and having intelligent conversations, but at the end of the day, I am just as uncomfortable asking strangers to give me money to fund politics, even ones I fervently believe in, as I am asking them if they would like to upgrade to a Venti for just 50 more cents.

I went home last night with tail between my legs, got a bit drunk (did I mention the bf has two kegs of homebrew at his house…), watched happy television (oh Parks and Rec thanks for being my happy place), and went to bed. Lessons learned and time to move on. This last job search was more of a meh then a balled fisted huzzah. I need to put more effort in looking for a job then someone looking for a used futon on Craigslist.

Not that I know where to start, but I have some inspirational music to play me out.