You are an unsuccessful reject. All the best.

'You can achieve the world' they said. 'Be who you want to be' followed. For a moment, a group of graduates, gowns and mortar boards in place, clutching on to the piece of paper that three, or four years gave to them, believed them. Inspirational talk, applause, celebration, parades. Mortar boards thrown jubilantly in the air. Laughter. Hugs and photographs with proud relatives. 'You can achieve the world!' Yes. Pfft. 'So what sort of work are you looking for, Bethany?' says the smug lady at the other side of the table. 'Something that pays the rent, would be nice' 'OK, how about we give you a literacy test?' 'I have 2 A levels in English and a degree' 'Oh, well, if you could just sign here, see you in two weeks' Hours surfing online for a job, any job that can keep me from going insane, applying for those that suit, since, obviously you MUST be able to drive in order to be an administrator. Of course. Rejection. They never call it that, do they? You are always 'unsuccessful'. Over qualified with my made-up arts degree, and under-qualified... 'I'm afraid you do not fit the criteria for this position. I wish you all the best' The phone rings on a number I don't recognise. Could this be? Is it...? 'Hello?' I respond chirpily. 'Hello, did you know that your insurance for your BMW is due for renewal' 'I will never own a BMW' No, it is not, for I am an unsuccessful reject. All the best.