I've applied for thousands of jobs, some I've been awarded, some I never heard back from, a few I heard back from only to be told that although they appreciated my estimate/contract they went with another, alas. A small percentage of them I wished I never got. What was I thinking? Hungry, I guess. Years ago in Florida I lost one job 'cause the foreman was a Major Major Major Major. So...I went looking. I did find another job that day but not before stopping at job sites (houses/apartments being framed) and walking onto the site, asking who's the boss, so forth so on. It was hard not to grin when I received a few looks like I had designs on their breakfast cereal. Like, check out this, Buford, don't believe he's shaving yet. Maybe they're taking a break, look at me through the top of their forehead, two hands on their sammwich. Or maybe they chew with their mouth open...gotta love those open displays of affection. Guy who hired me gave me a pop quiz on the spot, asked about Xs and Os...or maybe the Os were Js. Followed a lumber truck this once down in Baton Rouge, got a job that way where the truck stopped. Later that day John Law stopped and was curious about that but you get that everywhere and who knows if it was, what's the word, xenophobia? I don't know. Coinkydink. Same thing in Iowa...follow a lumber truck I happened to pass. Guy who hired me had been in Florida, too, so we had that in common.
