I didn’t get a job today. They wrote to tell me so. We loved you, all of us thought you were great, but you won’t be working here.
What could have possibly gone wrong, he wonders aloud on the internet. Was there something I didn’t recognize that went awry during the best job interview I’ve ever given? Was the seeming interest of each party in the other respectively faked? Did they think I was faking it, because I’m so not good at that, honest to a fault sometimes, and maybe that’s what they really wanted, a king buillshitter. The more depressing option: they didn’t actually like me at all, but tricked me into thinking they did.
But no. No, I can still tell, I can read the BS on the wall, they liked me but still they didn’t hire him. So why. Too old? Possibly, though if they ever asked my age, I don’t remember it (possibly of symptom of the cause). I couldn’t do the job? No, everyone seemed genuinely satisfied with the work-product and outright impressed by the cover letter. Of course I could do the job, I could dominate the job. And maybe therein is the thing.
What is Acceptable, as in What has enough Precedent in the History of Aaron to be Dealt With: They say you’re not good enough. We want somebody better. Okay then, fine. Give me a year or five. I will meet or exceed expectations. If improvement is required, I will improve.
What is Unacceptably Scary: You overshot your mark. Sans the unfortunate event of a precise, uncannily specific brain trauma that eradicates a Goldilocks portion of your talent and experience, you will never again be what we want. You have improved too far, and as you cannot unprove yourself, because that’s not even a word, you will never be qualified for this entry-level job.
Also Scary, though perhaps More Rational: There is a theoretical job out there in the universe for you to find, one that matches your education and training and abilities. In fact there are probably several jobs you could handle easily, but the vast majority of these are not entry-level. To give you an interview, they require experience, of which you have none. Thus, the paradox: You’re worth $60k, but because you’ve never spent time making $30k, you might be trapped making $20k. For the rest of your life! Muah ah ah ah.
Or maybe they didn’t think I was good enough. Who knows.