I've been filling out job applications like no one's business. To no avail. Either I don't meet the requirements (how do I not make the requirements at a bookstore?) or they aren't hiring (even though they're handing out applications like cheap candy).
Now, I suspect the requirements I'm not making having something to do with going back to school in the Fall. Who would have thought that going to college would cost me job opportunities? Didn't think of that negative.
Who would have a big sign when you walk into their store: "Pick up your application today!" if they weren't actually hiring? Talk about false hope...
As bitter as I am about this this morning, it has given me a lot to think about. How could the constant "no" be teaching me? What should I be learning from this experience?
Well, when I get to graduate school applications I probably (and by "probably" I mean "definitely wont") get into every school I apply to. And when I am in grad school not everyone will like my writing style or subject matters. When I get to the publishing world, not every agent will like my stuff. And when I have an agent, not every publisher will like my story. When I get a publisher, not every editor will be helpful. When I'm done editing and book is published, not every reader will enjoy my fantasy either. There will always be disappointments.
Perhaps this summer I am learning to handle those issues. I am preparing for my life. Why didn't anyone tell me the start pistol had fired?
I'm going to leave you with a short poem I wrote last night, when I was trying to work out the next seen in Morning Star. It's just a ditty, really, it needs work. But it's a start.
It is not for lack of paper,
That I do not write.
I have drawer upon drawer
Of books waiting to be written.
It is not for lack of heart,
That my voice is silent.
I have tear after tear,
Of love and pain to be heard.
It is for lack of courage,
That I shrivel in fear.
But stand up,
Silent poet,
Be strong.
Well, when I get to graduate school applications I probably (and by "probably" I mean "definitely wont") get into every school I apply to. And when I am in grad school not everyone will like my writing style or subject matters. When I get to the publishing world, not every agent will like my stuff. And when I have an agent, not every publisher will like my story. When I get a publisher, not every editor will be helpful. When I'm done editing and book is published, not every reader will enjoy my fantasy either. There will always be disappointments.
Perhaps this summer I am learning to handle those issues. I am preparing for my life. Why didn't anyone tell me the start pistol had fired?
I'm going to leave you with a short poem I wrote last night, when I was trying to work out the next seen in Morning Star. It's just a ditty, really, it needs work. But it's a start.
It is not for lack of paper,
That I do not write.
I have drawer upon drawer
Of books waiting to be written.
It is not for lack of heart,
That my voice is silent.
I have tear after tear,
Of love and pain to be heard.
It is for lack of courage,
That I shrivel in fear.
But stand up,
Silent poet,
Be strong.
I love the last stanza.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Lisa. The entire poem is lovely! :)
ReplyDeleteAnna, I'm sorry you're having so much trouble finding a job! I really resonate with the poem though... "It's for lack of courage that I shrivel in fear" is my favorite part.
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