I think I need to buy all my godchildren and nieces the Judith Voist book, Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. Why? Because I'm thinking I need to re-read it myself to see how it ends. Today, dear reader, I'm having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. First, I decided to email the recruiter at Disney about the position I interviewed for only to find out that their number one candidate is coming in for an interview this afternoon and if it goes well, they're going to extend an offer to her. Then I started to get emails from the Writers Guild of America and some lawyers about the automatic arbitration that is currently happening in conjunction with one of our productions, and it seems I made a mistake and sine the mistake I made was with the craziest of the crazies, I'm going to have to pay, pay, pay...and email the company's lawyer every action I've made since 2006 with this project. If I ever needed a hope of a new job, today would be the day.
Most people probably notice ebbs and flows of bad times and good times. I have noticed, however, that all my bad times come together. Like when one famous person dies, we all wait for two more to drop. This expectation of bad things cause me stress. Bundles of stress that make me want to throw up and cry all at the same time. For the most part, the boredom of my life can overwhelm me with ennui, but when the bad times come, I want to duck and take cover, and I long for yesterday when my biggest concern was whether to get take out or make dinner. Literally, I don't want to walk outside today. I don't want to drive. But since my book is still out with an agent, I'm just going to assume that that's the last of the bad things. I'll get rejected at some point this week. Better now than later, however. I would hate for that to be a harbinger of more terrible, horrible, no good, very bad days.
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