The rejections didn't bother me. Life is full of rejection. My letter wasn't in response to rejection. The letter was in response to being asked to apply to spend $495 to attend a job fair. It didn't hurt me. It ticked me off. I felt like an employer was preying on my desperation as a job seeker and I unleashed…

At birth.

Jimmy Stewart. Love me some Mr. Smith Goes to Washington. I was also channeling Sally Field as Norma Rae.

Oddly, a variation of that happened to me once. I just walked away. Go here to read about it:

Thank you for titling my next book. Track me down at a future signing to collect royalties.

I do not have a d***. I checked this morning.

I don't have an instructor rating. It's about $20K to get one (at least everywhere I checked). So I was building time flying corporate to make me competitive for regional airline flying (also an epically low paying job, but one I love). When the economy tanked, my corporate flying connection tanked as well. I was…

I am looking for broadcasting/communications roles... since it is now so apparent how good I am at communicating. I also have a platform and *gasp* a brand. I'm hoping some of the teams and networks I've been speaking with decide to capitalize on that. I'd really like to work for an underdog. A scrapper team. …

There are a few things cookin'. I have to be careful now with what I choose to accept. I know eyes are on me. And I want to absolutely kill it in whatever role I assume. Even if it's as the mascot for asshattery.

Danny DeVito was busy today. I'm hoping he'll let me shine his bald spot for a quarter once this settles down and I'm still jobless.

That is one of the best play on words I have heard since this story broke. Kudos!