Rejection

[This aritcle may contain a lot of typos and eorros. I can't be bothered to read it again.]

I remember my first marketing teacher once said "A career in marketing is like a career in acting. Sometimes you will fly high and sometimes, things just never seem your way"

Maybe today is just not my day. It started with our group meeting for product management... We had to come up with an existing product that is new to the market AND had to exist in Hong Kong. So I thought about nicotine cigarettes, McDonald's menu, the Kindle... And yes.. Actually, I threw a lot of ideas out. Maybe they were not the best ideas, but at least I was bringing something to the table. However, one by one they were heavily criticized. Looking at it from an objective POV, it was fine, but I felt attacked... Am I that fragile?

Then during class time, my teacher gave us back our individual assignments for Product Management. This is the one and only project that I took seriously ever. I felt like I was a marketing officer myself when I searched for data ,analyzed the data, compared it with rivals, plotted charts and summarized...the one and only piece of work that I took so much pride in because I haven't worked this hard on a piece of homework till date in university. Staying up late at night to tabularize results almost seemed like a lot of fun, because I also felt proud of myself for taking responsibility in my schoolwork.

Then as my name was called, my name scanned straight towards my grade 10.5/20. Wow, that’s like merely over 50%. I quickly put my paper down and started messaging Spanky. No reply. I turned around to continue our group discussion. No one was interested in continuing this discussion. Oh well, I’ll just have a look at my 17 page essay again.

As I flipped through the pages, the smile from the corner of my mouth started succumbing to gravity. My teacher circled a lot of things, my catorgory was wrong, somehow the brand of my product was circled throughout the entire essay, this was circled that was circled….My concept was really wrong. By the time my mistakes in the my project seeped into my mind, there was a grim look on my face.

Sometimes, I envy those who have a façade over their faces. I really wish I could hide a unhappy face or teary eyes whenever I felt down, upset or sad. Is that called having a high EQ? Or just good at putting on a face? Or maybe I wish I didn’t give a fuck about what others think? But why do I always end up giving a fuck about what others think?

Being the frustrated person that I am, I went to the gym.

Oops I forgot to bring my wallet.

Then I went home and then I went to the gym. Somehow, the sickness from yesterday still hasn’t cleared away. It really affected my workout, and when I was halfway done, I stopped. I felt exhausted and when I left…I didn’t feel that good rush of hormones after a workout.

I then had to quickly change and leave for this 8 lesson Acting Workshop that I signed up for a month ago.

When I had reached the door, I couldn’t find my name in the register. The lady nicely explained to me outside the classroom that their were some unsuccessful applicants for this workshop and that they would be notified too. I, however, did not receive anything.

So I was criticized for my marketing ideas, my project wasn’t as ideal as I thought it was, not being able to attend a course in high demand…well..life is full of ups and downs. I remember seeing a “The voice” last week, this one judge was the contestant’s singing teacher. When the grades were released, the teacher gave his student an all time low grade, as a lesson for the student, that even if he tries his best, sometimes life just chooses not to reward us. Building on to that,

Screw this, I don’t need a good conclusion. Im going to call cc.