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.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

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

Now, go finish that play, girl! :*

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!!!

Batmanda said...

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