—When the going gets tough, the tough turn to Craigslist.
I kid you not. I’m
damn desperate. I’m at the point where I
dread going to work in the
Not only dread but
I don’t need to tell you, dreading and despising is not good or healthy
for a woman’s soul.
I’m home this week
sobbing, pondering, praying, sorting, meditating,
I ask myself, “Kim,
what is your ultimate dream job?”
Absolutely no hesitation.
Writing, of course.
What else would it be? Shit, at
this point, I’d create lipstick names to pay off my school loans.
Barnabas Collins Red.
Kardashian Sucks Cherry. Kay Just
Kissed You Pink.
Tell me, where must a girl turn? A girl who visualizes in vowels, consonants,
If you said Craigslist,
you’d be right on, babe.
Anyhow, I already told you that.
So, I go to Mr. Craig and I say something like this:
girl desperately seeking full time writing job. Educated.
Has a Degree in English. She’s a
poet, blogger, writer. Her blog is
called My Inner Chick. Blah:::: Blah:::: Blah:::Boring.
What could I lose?
I mean, it takes one person to exclaim, “YES, this is precisely the person I want,
need, must have!”
I press publish.
Almost immediately two emails pop up.
One email says, “Excuse
me, but why don’t you learn how spell before you apply for any writing jobs.
My heart falls to the floor with a plop and a plunk and a poop.
Then I open the next email.
It says, “You spelled
two words incorrectly. Why don’t you check your posting.”
My cheeks transform into a kind of cherry red. I feel like I’m back in Middle School.
And I’m scared to go back to Mr. Craig, scared to view the
evidence of my idiocy, my humiliation, my disgrace.
But I do go back.
I go back and see my misspelled words in neon lights flashing,
blinking, flickering off and on like a bad migraine.
I go back to delete
delete delete the entire post until my incorrect
words are floating into oblivion.
After that, I obtain my content for my next blog because this
is outrageously, incredibly, embarrassingly blog-worthy, don’t you think?
It also has a powerful teaching moment attached.
For example, even if
it is Mr. Craig, I suggest utilizing your spell check to the maximum extreme.
Don’t be a
princess dumb ass like me.
has anything similar happened to you?
Do you have a hopelessly embarrassing moment to share? xxxx
btw, I am already writing my book & my day job is getting in the way of this!