Friday, August 17, 2007

beached.

It was not the firing itself that was so upsetting, but rather the attempt to make me feel better by saying "You're very good at creative writring, but this isn't creative writing." Only--"creative writing" was said so dismissively that I felt like launching myself across the desk and slapping someone in the face.

So. Unemployed.

No friends (right here).

Dislike Chicago.

New play=half finished.

Glass of water=half full.

Sayonara office.

And it's going to be be a beautiful weekend.

6 comments:

Arndis said...

Oh, Pooh :( I'm sorry. *hugs*

Now, go finish that play, girl! :*

Sarah said...

They don't know what they're missing. Those bastards....

Laura said...

Oh honey! I'm sorry. Why the hell did they hire you if they weren't going to properly train you to do the job? We'll talk soon. I'm almost out of Skype credit at the moment and the company hasn't told me if my mom can buy me more - but we'll be in touch. Hang in there!

Cathy said...

I'm so sorry!!! I will call you so we can hang out this week and you can vent or whatever!!!

Bil said...

Hey, fuck work anyway. Now you have plenty of free time to rage against the machine, and you won't even feel like a hypocrite.

Zeze the X said...

Move to Minneapolis! Join the Playwrights' Center! That's where I'll be, come this fall...