rollercoaster.
today, in a nutshell:
1. remember the job? yeah, i didn't get that. (bummer.)
2. i just got an email from Anil Dash. (wheeee!)
i'm think i'm going to go fix myself a nice strong drink now.
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today, in a nutshell:
1. remember the job? yeah, i didn't get that. (bummer.)
2. i just got an email from Anil Dash. (wheeee!)
i'm think i'm going to go fix myself a nice strong drink now.
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So sorry to hear that. That IS a bummer.
Posted by: seadragon | January 31, 2006 at 02:38 AM
thanks, lady. but you know what? its alright. maybe even for the best. but thanks.
and i find it difficult to bemoan my fate after having received aforementioned unsolicited email from MOTHERFUCKING ANIL DASH. maybe too much of my geek is showing here, but dude, its like if you're a physicist and Albert fucking Einstein shows up at your door to help you out with that little Unified Theory problem you've been working on.
which is not intended to suggest blogs compare to the search for a Unified Theory, but rather that -- okay, i'll say it -- Anil Dash is the Albert Einstein of blogdom.
and -- in a vein similar to that of my brush with The Malkovich -- i'm never washing my blog again.
Posted by: sweetney | January 31, 2006 at 03:25 AM
Damn them to hell for not hiring you but I'm glad you think it might turn out for the best. I think you are right. Whenever I didn't get the job I wanted it did turn out for the best. Except this last job. But the jury's still out.
I can't believe you got an unsolicitied email from Anil Dash. Do you rule or what? Did he say anything complimentary? Do tell. And what is this about Malkovich? You brushed him or he brushed you? I foresee many hours for me reading your archives.
Posted by: Ozma | January 31, 2006 at 05:14 AM
I guess I should leave that visualisation shit to the athletes, eh?
But Anil Dash?! Wow, tell him I'm a friend, would ya? C'mon, I am, sorta, you know, in a bloggy kinda way.
*mumbles* Anil Dash! I want Anil Dash to visit me *mumbles ends*
Posted by: mamaloo | January 31, 2006 at 11:23 AM
the job thing--that's tough. remind me to tell you about the mindfuck that is MLA job market some time. (shudder--you know how *that* is) like you say--in the end, everything works out. hard not to begin visualzing yourself in said position, though. we all do that.
Posted by: joy | January 31, 2006 at 12:43 PM
in hopes of not sounding like pollyanna here, it's been my experience that "the job" you thought you wanted but didn't get is often "the job" you'll be grateful you didn't get down the road. your energy is out there... and something better than you might imagine is on the horizon. and, no, i'm not some new-age freak positronic momma (a phrase i just made up, but it sounds kinda glass-half-full-weird, right?), i've just had similar experiences over the years... and they have always worked out for the best! : )
Posted by: neva | January 31, 2006 at 01:38 PM
Their loss. And our gain if it means an unabated stream of posts herein and at Blogher.
Posted by: Editrix | February 01, 2006 at 02:04 PM