So the interview was posted this morning and it was pretty cool :) hopefully it reaches some eyes and snares some people in my trap. But. In other unhappy news: You all know very well I've been fairly pissed off about agents and rejection letters and all that lovely shit. So, needless to say, I have had a fair share of the word "unfortunately." "Thanks for querying my agency, unfortunately..." And lately, I've been hunting for other jobs (because I have a fucking bachelor's degree, dude, I want more than $8 an hour please) and all I've been receiving is "Thanks for submitting your app, unfortunately..." SO me and that word have become quite familiar with each other. Now. I don't think I mentioned this, but in November I e-mailed a bunch of local agencies asking if they're looking for any volunteers or interns and all of them said no. Well last week I got an e-mail from an agency saying "Hey if you're still interested we need one now so apply" and I was like "Gladly" and I did, I poured my heart out, I told them this is the best thing that could happen to me, I love writing I would love to be in the business, let me tell you about all the authors I love, let me give one millions dollars when I finally earn it and my first born child, and this is the e-mail I get back:
"Dear Amelia -
Thanks so much for reaching out to us with your internship application. Unfortunately, we've decided to go with another applicant.
Oh...kay...that was oddly impersonal considering THE FUCKING ESSAY I WROTE YOU. Cool. No, it's cool, really, no, seriously, it's totally cool, I'm totally fine, it's whatever. It's not even that, that makes me so mad. Not really. It's the fact that not only is my shit not good enough to be published, not only am I personally not even good enough to work at mediocre jokes like Barnes & Noble, not only all of that, but I am also not good enough to offer my blood and soul for no pay. I will fucking shine your shoes with my spit, regurgitate my food for you, I will give you my first born baby and I even think I will like my babies, FOR FREE, but that's not good enough. Nothing's good enough. Of course I'm not good enough. It's fine. It's fine. Seriously. Whatever. It's fine.
It's a good thing I know I'm so fucking amazing otherwise I would be seriously depressed.