FML
Got an email tonight saying I've been dropped from the Victorian Storm Chasers. Reason? My health. Because, you know, food poisoning is a bad bad thing. Not to mention a concussion from a bloody large curtain rod falling on my head. Despite these things I had kept working, doing updates on fires, liking posts, and putting together albums for the site. Heck, I even went out on a storm chase while I was still vomiting so I could get pictures for them!
But you know how it goes. Sometimes 110% isn't enough for some people if you don't live on the site. I'd occasionally go for walks, do other things (like write, update tumblr, go on Facebook, spend time with my fiance). Not good enough. And because I didn't spend all my time in their chat, I got a little email saying "this is where we part". No forewarning, just gone.
I had wondered why the group had so many people who hated them. I'm beginning to understand why. You put your time and effort into something, including sitting up all night doing warnings, only to be told "thanks but no thanks". It really adds to ones self-confidence and self-worth. It's like the bloody "Chill Server" for Minecraft all over again, only sadly this time it's adults not an immature 15-year-old boy.
I swear, it seems that, no matter what I do, I can't do anything right.
But you know how it goes. Sometimes 110% isn't enough for some people if you don't live on the site. I'd occasionally go for walks, do other things (like write, update tumblr, go on Facebook, spend time with my fiance). Not good enough. And because I didn't spend all my time in their chat, I got a little email saying "this is where we part". No forewarning, just gone.
I had wondered why the group had so many people who hated them. I'm beginning to understand why. You put your time and effort into something, including sitting up all night doing warnings, only to be told "thanks but no thanks". It really adds to ones self-confidence and self-worth. It's like the bloody "Chill Server" for Minecraft all over again, only sadly this time it's adults not an immature 15-year-old boy.
I swear, it seems that, no matter what I do, I can't do anything right.