Wednesday, 22 June 2011

This post comes in three parts...

Part the first:

I got my first rejection letter today. Well, my first from a publisher. At first, as I held this small slip of paper in my hands and re-read the reply I felt my heart shrivel, just a bit. I also think there was a small tear but as I read it again I realised that all the great authors out there had to contend with these slips of paper. Stephen King, J.K. Rowling, Ayn Rand, Ernest Hemmingway and the list goes on. No, I don't think my writing is as good as theirs but I think it's good so I shall persevere. Mainly because I really enjoy writing, as I have mentioned before. It makes me feel happy and productive.

Part the second:

The thing that I mentioned that I couldn't talk about. Well, I'm free to talk about it now. I have been offered a two term teaching gig at my old high school. Of course I have accepted and all the paperwork showed up today. I'm both nervous and excited about how this will go. But, because it is long term relief, it gives me a great trial run to see if I'm as good as everyone seems to think I am. My lecturer called me as well after I fired off an extremely nervous email. Plus, a lot of my favourite authors started out as teachers. (I'm taking any sign or hint that I am destined to be an author...even if I have to twist these signs to suit.)

Part the third:

I really, strongly and utterly dislike my boss at my, soon to be, old job. Today I felt like curling up in a little ball after being treated rather rudely all day. And can you guess what it was about? (For those of you who don't know I work in a book store.) No, it wasn't to do with my attitude, or my excessive tidying and cleaning and general work ethic. It was over my freaking trousers. I'm short so a lot of trousers are really long for me and, because I haven't been paid, I bought a pair of cheap trousers and pinned the hem up because she'd already mentioned my other trousers once.

They were tidy and I was tidy. I may lounge around at home but I respect work ethics and dress codes. (Even though I feel like a member of the Addams Family.) But this wasn't enough for my boss who, during work, forced me to go down to the nearest alterations shop and get them fixed. This cost more than the flipping trousers did. Plus, I had to sit in the store wrapped in a scarf to protect what's left of my dignity while this was done.

To make matters worse, or better depending on how you look at it, I'll be handing in my resignation to her tomorrow and I'm scared sh**tless of her. Female bosses, unfortunately, can fall into the evil category of being petty and almost vindictive and I'm pretty sure I know how the next two weeks are going to go. As, I write this I feel a small panic attack lurking close by. So, I am trying to use all the anger built up by today's event and all the snide comments I've heard from her over the last couple of weeks to bolster my strength.

Randomly, it will be the shortest time I've ever worked at a place totalling about five weeks. Unless you count the summer I picked asparagus for three weeks when I was thirteen...

Anyway, that is all for today's post. I wish I could spruce it up with cartoons like the brilliant guys over at A Beer For the Shower but my efforts at cartoons barely scrape by with a whimsical attempt...

Speaking of beer...night all

11 comments:

  1. Each Time We Face Our Fear, We Gain Strength, Courage, And Confidence In The Doing .... You Will Be Fine :)

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  2. Thank you anonymous poster. Your words have actually helped. :o)

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  3. I’ve Got Dreams In Hidden Places And Extra Smiles For When I’m Blue...... Sharing One Of My Extra Smiles With You :) Glad That Above Post Help You.

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  4. If you give two weeks notice and she decides to let you go on the spot, she still has to pay you. Let's hope for that scenario. Don't be afraid of her. She is a very insecure person who hides behind the facade of being a bitch. I've worked for enough of them in my life. She's got big flaws. Happy for you for the new job. And frame that rejection letter. It will be famous someday.

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  5. I think I will frame that letter. Or start an odd scrapbook showing all the tidbits.

    And thanks for your kind words. It's the first thing I read this morning so it's given me strength for the rest of the day. :o)

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  6. If by 'brilliant' you mean 'befuddled and cynical' I say thank you for the shout out. :) Word, rejection sucks. But if battling our way to the doorstep of the literary world has taught us anything it's that spite makes the best motivational fuel (and it's highly flammable in case no one answers the door). As for the job, the best of luck. And if you happen to tell your soon-to-be-ex-boss she can cram that crappy job into an uncomfortable orifice, that will be me you hear cheering from a thousand miles away.

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  7. In my books befuddled and cynical go hand in hand with brilliant.

    If I ever get the guts to tell her that I will make sure to pause and listen for that cheer. Thanks.

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  8. Aww, I'm sorry about the rejection. That blows. ):

    And I think taking up teaching would be a great move. That's just my completely biased and ignorant opinion though.

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  9. I thought I'd be more upset but I actually feel okay about it. Well, I haven't given up writing so that's a big plus.

    And thanks. I trained to be a teacher so I should put these 'skills' to the test.

    Plus, I'd hardly call you ignorant nor bias. :o)

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