Sep 05, 2006 18:21
Just got a call from my roommate back home. Got a letter in the mail from the prestigious Las Vegas Metropolitan Police Department... a rejection letter. To be honest, I was actually half expecting it. Not just for the run of the mill, "Don't wanna get my hopes up," reasons, but because of some of my history. And I was right. Apparently they were good enough to include the reason for rejection- DRUG USE OR INVOVLEMENT. Use was limited enough that I don't feel it was a problem, and they pretty mush told me that. they don't expect anyone to be a pillar of righteousness these days. Involvment, though, that i knew was gonna present a problem. Some of my friends smoke pot. I didn't try to hide the fact. It'd be stupid to try. The problem, asides from the association with them (which the investigator told me could be a problem), was that i was present often enough when they smoked. I never smoked with them, always refused. In fact, I haven't touched the stuff in 4 or 5 years. But I was there. Plain and simple, I was there. So, shit balls.
I'm not too upset to be honest. The more I thought about it, I wasn't too sure that I really wanted to move out here. I would've in a heartbeat if they'd offered me a job. But basically, if I was given the choice of coming out here to work or working somewhere back on the East Coast (whether home or anywhere really), I'd probably have chosen the East. The way I see this is as a learning experience. I went through the interview process. I made it further than ever before. I learned some new things. I know how to answer some questions better and will be better prepared for whatever I apply for next.