REJECTION SLIPS, RESUMES, AND MIDGE THE CAT
I have received my first rejection from a potential literary agent. Which I was completely prepared for, but it's still, you know, bleh. At least I had a non-threatening, non-panicky experience, as it was a friend of a friend, but now I'm going to have to crack open the Literary Agent's Market and get back to researching people and send stuff out without the comfort of a cozy introduction.
I met with an old friend a couple of weeks ago, and he offered me a job, but one that was fairly low-paying and (by his own admission) deadly dull. I was fully expecting to take it because I like him and, let's face it, I need to get a job! But he said that because there was a certain amount of training involved, it would necessitate a time commitment that I wasn't prepared to agree to. He said to check back in a few weeks if I hadn't found anything and was "desperate." It was really nice to see him after so many years, though, and I liked all the people I met at his company. Who knows? I'm kind of already desperate.
How do people get jobs anyway? I've never had to look for a job before, and it's just a big mystery. Every time I check online for jobs, I just end up depressed. Are there still employment agencies? I think I'm just going to send out a bunch of resumes to companies I'd like to work for. I'm pretty sure there aren't any positions available, but I have a couple of good references, and they can just keep me on file. Who knows?
I'd love to be able to work somewhere where I could research local history, but historical groups probably only hire applicants with advanced degrees or with library science backgrounds. I'd also like to work somewhere writing and/or editing, but it seems like the rest of the unemployed world would like to do that, too.
Stella, my 21-year old cat, passed away a few weeks ago which was, of course, heart-wrenching but not unexpected. I adopted a new cat from the SPCA. She is about a year and a half old and has settled in nicely. Here she is on the day I brought her home, getting checked out by my other cat, Al.
I decided on the name Midge because the two of them remind me of Moose and Midge from the Archie comic books -- Al's a big palooka, and he and Midge have quite the flirtation going on. Here's her glamor shot:
It's a big change to live with two young, energetic cats. They're very entertaining.
I need to start writing here again. I don't really have anything to say these days, but that never stopped me before. I wonder if anyone is left around the place? I sense virtual tumbleweeds bouncing across a virtual Livejournal prairie.
I met with an old friend a couple of weeks ago, and he offered me a job, but one that was fairly low-paying and (by his own admission) deadly dull. I was fully expecting to take it because I like him and, let's face it, I need to get a job! But he said that because there was a certain amount of training involved, it would necessitate a time commitment that I wasn't prepared to agree to. He said to check back in a few weeks if I hadn't found anything and was "desperate." It was really nice to see him after so many years, though, and I liked all the people I met at his company. Who knows? I'm kind of already desperate.
How do people get jobs anyway? I've never had to look for a job before, and it's just a big mystery. Every time I check online for jobs, I just end up depressed. Are there still employment agencies? I think I'm just going to send out a bunch of resumes to companies I'd like to work for. I'm pretty sure there aren't any positions available, but I have a couple of good references, and they can just keep me on file. Who knows?
I'd love to be able to work somewhere where I could research local history, but historical groups probably only hire applicants with advanced degrees or with library science backgrounds. I'd also like to work somewhere writing and/or editing, but it seems like the rest of the unemployed world would like to do that, too.
Stella, my 21-year old cat, passed away a few weeks ago which was, of course, heart-wrenching but not unexpected. I adopted a new cat from the SPCA. She is about a year and a half old and has settled in nicely. Here she is on the day I brought her home, getting checked out by my other cat, Al.
I decided on the name Midge because the two of them remind me of Moose and Midge from the Archie comic books -- Al's a big palooka, and he and Midge have quite the flirtation going on. Here's her glamor shot:
It's a big change to live with two young, energetic cats. They're very entertaining.
I need to start writing here again. I don't really have anything to say these days, but that never stopped me before. I wonder if anyone is left around the place? I sense virtual tumbleweeds bouncing across a virtual Livejournal prairie.