Have you ever dreamt of delivering pizzas? Dreamt of running through red lights with the pizza sign alight on top of my car, knocking on stranger’s doors hoping to see a gorgeous lady’s smiling face, cussing on my way back to the car since the tip isn’t even enough to buy gum. I am sure if James Bond couldn’t become a spy he would have been a perfect pizza delivery man.
To fulfill my dream while keep the Rejection Therapy going, I offered to help Dominos to deliver their next pizza. The result was not surprising. Maybe I didn’t have the look; maybe they expected an Asian dude to be on a bike, not in a car; or perhaps they saw me as a potential workplace rival. For some reason they rejected my offer. I am getting really good at being rejected.