Rejection Pile Thursday
I Collect Rejections with a Fervor Once Reserved for Beanie Babies
Even though your campaign idea didn't win…
Unfortunately, because of the high volume of applications and the limited slots available, your application was not chosen…
In the end, we had some difficult decisions to make and we regret to inform you…
Some fun lines here, but I’m afraid I’m going to pass…
This is a short sampling of the polite “thanks, but nah” responses I’ve received in the last week. Week.
*shrugs*
What’s next?
“What's your name?"
That’s what I asked the tap dancer on the subway; we had a nice exchange before I got off at Union Square. Ten minutes later, the doorman at the hotel was so smiley, he put me in a good enough mood to tell a hostess that I liked her glasses, and then somehow the rest of the day became a domino effect of good vibes and “good afternoon!” exchanges—what this New York Times article calls “micro-moments of positivity.” No matter the name, it sure was a nice way to glide through the day. (Thanks to Danielle Friedman for the link!)
I Stand Corrected
My butt fell asleep four times. So I decided to actually use my equivalent of the standing desk, which is two fancy pieces of wood called StandStand. Suddenly, my energy ticked up; my butt came back to life. Win-win! (Putting your computer on a stack of books works equally well and doesn't cost $100.)
Thank you for reading.
Love, Kara