When the email pinged in my inbox, I didn’t even bother to open it immediately. I already knew what it was. One glance at the subject line told me everything I needed to know.
After enough time on the job hunt, you develop a sixth sense for HR language. The preview text—“Thank you for taking the time…”—said it all. It’s the standard soft intro to bad news: Your application was amazing… but not amazing enough.
The blow softens once you’ve received a few of these. But the emotions that follow resemble the five stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and eventually, acceptance. I ran the gamut of these feels when I got my latest rejection for a role that seemed promising all the way through the final interview. Here’s how I felt and acted after I opened that message and faced reality.
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Denial
Nah, this can't be right. I refresh my inbox three times, as if the letters in the message will magically rearrange themselves into a sequence that reveals a start date. Could it be a system glitch? Maybe they sent this to the wrong candidate? (Believe it or not, it’s happened to me before.) I mean, I was perfect for this role. Remember in the final interview when I gave that answer about cross-functional collaboration that made the hiring manager nod so hard I thought she had that new J. Cole playing in her AirPods?
I draft a response. “Thank you for your consideration. However, I believe there may have been an error...” I let it sit in my drafts folder for exactly 11 minutes before deleting it. Even my delusions have limits. But I do check LinkedIn to see if they've posted the position again. They haven't. Which means they hired someone. Which means this is real. Which leads me directly to...
Anger
I'm in my feelings now. Who did they hire? I need to know immediately. I'm on LinkedIn doing forensics like I'm on The First 48. I filter the company’s employees by most recent hires. There he is. Kyle. Of course it's a Kyle. His profile says he “thrives in ambiguous environments” and has experience with “stakeholder management.” My profile says the exact same thing but with better action verbs. Ugh.
Bargaining
Okay, let me think about this objectively. What could I have done differently? Maybe I shouldn't have mentioned I needed to check the start date because of a vacation I had already booked. Maybe that made me seem uncommitted. Or maybe I should've asked more questions at the end—did I seem too confident? Not confident enough? Maybe I talked too much... or too little. Should I have laughed at the hiring manager’s joke about “getting her ducks in a row?” It wasn't funny, but maybe that was the test.
I consider emailing the recruiter to ask for feedback. Just a friendly note. “Hey! Would love to learn what I could improve for next time :)” The smiley face is crucial. Makes me seem coachable and not at all dead inside. I type it out. I don't send it. I know what they'd say anyway: “We had many qualified candidates.” Translation: “Kyle's uncle plays golf with the CEO.”
Depression
It's been three days since the rejection. I'm still thinking about it. I've applied to 16 other jobs since then. Each one feels like I'm rolling up a cover letter, stuffing it into a Dos Equis bottle, and chucking it into the ocean. My “Easy Apply” count on LinkedIn is getting embarrassing. I'm tailoring cover letters for positions I'm overqualified for, underqualified for, and in some cases, not even sure what the job actually is. “Customer Success Champion” could mean literally anything.
I think about Kyle again. Kyle's probably in orientation right now, getting his company laptop, meeting the team, hearing about the unlimited PTO that no one actually takes. Kyle's probably not wondering if his name sounded too ethnic on the application. Kyle's probably not calculating whether the commute is worth it while also knowing he won't get the offer anyway. Kyle's just... winning.
I eat leftover jerk chicken at 11 a.m. and consider whether this is rock bottom or if rock bottom is still a few more rejection emails away.
Acceptance (Sort Of)
Here's what I know: This isn't personal, even though it feels personal. Corporate America isn’t rigged. It just tends to work out beautifully for guys named Kyle. That company wasn't the one. Maybe the role wasn't even that good. The Glassdoor reviews mentioned “fast-paced environment,” which is code for “no work-life balance” anyway.
I update my resume again. Not because I think it'll make a difference, but because I need to feel like I'm doing something. I tweak one bullet point. I remove an unnecessary comma. I save it as “Resume_FINAL_v3_ACTUAL_FINAL_Feb2026.pdf” knowing damn well there will be a v4.
And then I do what I always do: I apply to another job. Because there’s only one thing worse than getting rejection emails, and that’s not getting any emails at all.