Yesterday was full of rejection attempts, but not of rejections.
I had to run an errand at a mall in the East Bay, and willfully didn't look up public transit directions from the BART station to the mall. As I got off the train, I stopped people and asked if they were heading in my direction, and (then) if they could give me a ride.
I asked the first woman if she was heading in my direction, and if she could tell me how to get there - she brushed me off with a quick apology, and I was on my own.
In my second attempt, I tried to ask a girl if I could get a ride west, and explained (quickly) that I just needed to get to the mall. She, too, kept walking and apologized - she was getting a ride from her dad.
I eventually got directions (we were all, apparently, walking toward the right bus stop), and got to the mall.
Later in the evening, I needed to charge my laptop to do some work, and didn't have the patience to track down a proper coffee shop. The first relatively empty store I saw was a Hugo Boss. I walked up to the cash register and asked the employee if she'd let me charge my laptop somewhere in the store. After some initial confusion and funny looks, I was directed to some power outlets by the side of the store. All in all, they let me sit by the side of the store on my laptop for about half an hour - and they only came by twice to check on me and let me know that there was a Borders upstairs!
Finally, I was headed to a holiday dinner with my team at
Orson. Word of this therapy got out, and one of the SO's wanted me to ask for a tour of the kitchen on her behalf. When we ran into the
chef on our way out, not only was she willing to pose for a photo, she gave us a tour of both the kitchen
and the upstairs pastry kitchen. Very cool... but
didn't help me catch up on my rejections. Alas.
days in debt: 3 (numbers 9, 15, and 18)