Rejected: My Boss-Ass Job (J/K)

This one is going to be a quickie "Rejected." Not all of them will be as long as our MPJ saga.


Years ago, I was a guy who struggled to get his money. I wasn't flatout broke all the time, but I bounced from temp job to temp job. So, you can imagine my elation when I got a call back for this really cool, boss-ass job in VA. See, the job would've been a great entry-level position with cushy benefits and all that jazz. That's great for someone with his first son on the way. So, I go into the spot, I do my interview, and I ace the fuck out of their tests. 

I'm looking solid AF, right?

Eventually, I get a call back from them that indicated something I didn't expect.

"Mr. Speed, while you are certainly qualified for this position, we're looking for someone with a bit less experience in some areas."

"What type of BS is that," I thought. I'm "overqualified?" I'd never been told that I was overqualified for something and, while it's an ego boost, boosted egos don't pay the bills. Unless you're Donald Trump, but that's neither here nor there. So, here I am, once again, assed out of a job. I have no prospects and I'm almost close to losing my apartment from the jump. Luckily, a job at UMD calls back and offers me a gig.

I take it (duh) and run with it like a kid in a china shop. Or something. But, lo and behold, I'm underqualified for the gig. See, where my boss-ass job would've been right in my alley, this UMD job was as far left as possible. I couldn't believe it, that in the course of a couple months, I'd all but fucked my way out of two gigs that helped pay the bills.

So, here I am again again assed out. I figured "fuck it, why not?" to what I did next. I called the first boss-ass job back, since they were hiring again. I went in, blew everyone away, and aced the fuck out of their tests--again. I'm still looking solid AF...that is, until I get a call back.

"Mr. Speed, we went with someone else. Good luck," the voice on the other end of the phone said to me. Nothing more, nothing less. I don't know if it was because they already knew who I was or something, but I ended up spending most of 2011 bouncing around from temp job to temp job, barely scraping by, just as I was doing before all of this crap. 

The moral of the story is this: don't get cocky, even if you're overqualified. It has a way of coming back to bite you in the buttcheeks. After I humbled myself, I realized that there were a lot of opportunities out there for me, if I was willing to actually work and not just dazzle people with skills. Currently, I'm working in a pretty boss-ass job because of this humbling and moment of clarity.

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