I know, my title seems weird. It probably is, in some way.
This month of September was, in some way, epic. Mostly because of one thing: I applied for a transfer at my company, and went through four separate interviews for it. All along the process it seemed to go rather well. The third interview was the best one, the one where I felt there was some sort of connexion.
Of course, that does not mean I feel I was owed the job in any way, shape, or form. But. One week or so after the last interview (yesterday), I was working until 2:30PM. No word then. I knew the HR lady sent e-mails around 6PM, so I checked my work e-mail then, from home.
Rejection.
It hit me like a ton of bricks. I was in nerves all evening, and all day today (to the point where I wasn't able to go to work and had to see my doc... aaaaaaand now I have to get some procedures done to check stuff out as an added bonus, so to speak).
The doc told me that it was probably an accumulation of things. I actually agree with that part. It feels weird to be in such a state because I'm usually a rather positive person, the one who keeps hoping, the one who smiles, the one who's the shoulder to cry on, you know ? So when stuff hits *me* , I feel like a lost puppy on a highway and it's terrifying.
I think that's part of the reason why life is so beautiful: you have to go through moments like this to appreciate everything else. My issue isn't the end of the world, and for some people, nothing dire to deal with. But for me... ah...
My best wishes to anyone who might be reading this. As always, comments/messages welcome :) .
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