Hmm. Yesterday
Poetry.com sent me a letter saying my poem has been entered into their book. It looks like I will be (once again) published! I am also eligible for the grand prize,
yadda yadda yadda, but probably only if I pre-order a thousand books. Check out my poem at a previously noded place
here.
I still haven't quit my job. My job sucks so much, but... I think my boss knows I want to quit. He's giving me a
cell phone, yesterday I got an
even bigger office than I had before, and within a month I might get
exclusive use of the
company car. I also get a title upgrade from "
Executive Assistant" to "
General Manager."
Though
my job is bad for my health, and my wallet, and my
future careers, these small
material labels are enticing me to stay.
The new job I had lined up at an
airplane hanger doing maintenance half-fell through. He was supposed to contact me a week ago but he's "a little busy" and will call me back
ASAP. That was 5 days ago.
I wish I was a
teenager so I could partake in some good old fashioned
teen angst.