Thursday, March 24, 2011
So, all of my usual rejection drama aside, things are really bad at work right now. REALLY bad. Like... maybe there won't be a work anymore bad... but everything is a giant question mark at the moment... and even when the question mark goes away I don't know what's going to be left behind... I mean, maybe there will just be changes... and then maybe there won't be anything left to change, there'll just be 'wanted' adds... and I've never had to deal with this before. I'm an old prude in the work world. I've had the same job for twelve years. I love my job. And I'm afraid of being a grey-haired thirty year old with no agent, no writing career and no job. And I hate being afraid when there might not be any reason to fear anything. But I am.