Reject Me, I Love It – I Swear.
I mentioned in a previous post that I was going to get over my fear of rejection.
All right, likely several previous posts.
My plan of attack was to pitch an idea to a prospect that was sure to reject me. The pitch would be well developed, worthy of consideration, sure to profit their business to the enth degree. I would charge a phenomenally low fee for my services, bring freshness, flavor and glee to the project. It would practically catapult the business into a new manner of doing things.
What? Sure to reject? No, no! It seems they would be sure to accept!
Well, I’m pitching the owner of a company that I left in rather a disgrace. It was shoddily run, the manager was his spoiled daughter who rivaled Ursula in terms of pure evil. So, one day, I stopped selling myself short. I stopped renting myself to the devil at minimum wage, and sent her a well-crafted e-mail full of positive, constructive feedback and all the reasons behind my quitting.
Evil people respond terribly to positive feedback. The poison ran deep in her heinous veins and she sprang like a cobra, issuing the nastiest e-mail I have ever received. I took it in stride and was briefly thankful for the first time that my parents never enabled me in being a trust-fund baby. My time as a lemming in this life has probably served me better than being spoiled rotten, so that I may prepare for abundance in the future, without letting it spoil me then. So, wealthy future, just to let you know; I’m ready, come and get me.
So, for fun, and to get over my fear of pitching, I’m ging to pitch her Daddy, then follow up for a response.
What do you do to get over rejection or even the fear of rejection?
