I almost forgot the most important part of my day yesterday. Anyone who knows what I went through with my fucked up and poisoned management chain over at the blue bowl of serpents knows that I was mentally grated every time I put a word to a document. And it wasn’t like “edit this for accuracy”, it always ended up in a spiral of split personality wish wash waffle house. It was draining, horrible, not subjective, and it screwed with my brain. Which is why I had stingy little tears creep into my eyes (and run away back into my skull unnoticed) when yesterday the SVP said to me:
“I really like your style of writing. I like the way you write and it’s exactly what we need. I think you’d fit in here”
I like the way you write. Seriously, I can NOT get this job and just feel redeemed with that sentence.
But like.. no really, I want this job.
I’ve told you 100 times. I’m STILL trying to write like you do.
yeah, but you didn’t hire or can me. Plus, I’m sure you’re going through the same ring of hairy bullshit to even try to get clever content out the door. But I thank you as always for supporting the smackness that is me.