Fate

Some people refer to it as fate, others refer to it as "leaving it in God's hands".  Either way, as far as I'm concerned it means having no control over your destiny.  As much as I believe in God, I'm going to be spittin' mad if I find at the end my journey that there is no heaven and that while believing that God has a plan for me, instead I discover that I was sitting around with my thumb up my ass waiting for an answer.

So why the anguish?  The final rejection from a job interview, this time from MIT.  This particular journey involved interviewing with 7 universities; UNH, Saint Anselm, Merrimac College, SNHU, Harvard, MIT and Tufts, (yes, even my current employer turned me down), for a total of 11 positions.  I had 22 interviews with a total of 35 individuals. 

Some I can specifically pinpoint what happened, others, my gut tells me that the reality is that I'm 52-years-old. I hate to think that this could really be happening, but when seeing who they ultimately hired, I believe they see $$$ tied to experience, even when I addressed any and all concerns about pay.  This wasn't the case in every circumstance, but more often than not, the candidate they chose hovered around 30 years of age or so. 

So, with that, I've no more resumes out in the world.  No one can call me, no one.  So how long do I do this not doing anything at all thing?