After a Skype chat conversation with my parents, I was fighting to breathe normally. They love me, I know they do, and I knew they were being practical. And they are right. They are not getting any younger. And I needed to earn rent money.
The message hit harder because I was feeling good yesterday, optimistic. I’d just submitted a short story somewhere, to possibly be performed in public. I was finishing a first draft. I was getting there. I knew I was.
I felt a bit better after submitting another application to Pizza Hut and KFC (I have a weakness for fried chicken ;P) and contacting Nando’s, with the manager kindly telling me to submit a CV at their restaurant. A farm I’d emailed a few days ago got back to me saying there were no vacancies, but would keep my details – I thought it was very nice of them to respond. The other day, I’d sent 12 applications to a sandwich bar.
Later I looked up street fundraising, and stared at the list of requirements if I wanted to apply:
Can I strike an instant rapport with people? Can I turn hesitation into action, reluctance into commitment? Can I take rejection on the chin, support my team mates, handle all weathers and put my message across convincingly? Well, can I? If it’s a resounding “Yes, Yes, Yes!” just fill in our–
Okay, get it together. You can do this.
Make a list. Do it in order of priority.
Update: KFC rejected me! Argh! I will never have fried chicken again! Boo hiss! …Mmm. Chicken nuggets…