The worst part wasn’t getting rejected.
It was why.
Every time I refreshed my email, I saw another polite “We regret to inform you,” and another “We’ve decided to go in a different direction.” At first, I thought maybe it was bad timing. Maybe too many applicants. Maybe I was just unlucky.
But by the sixth rejection—from places I had personal contacts at—my gut started to twist.
By the tenth, I knew it wasn’t a coincidence. Someone had to be sabotaging me on purpose.
Elliot’s face came to mind. I didn’t want to believe it, but nothing else made sense.
My resume was solid. My grades were some of the best in my year. I had the training and the experience, along with glowing testimonials from my teachers. I should have been able to get at least an internship, but I was met with rejection at every turn.
