Warning: what follows is rather ranty and pissy, so if you don't like that sort of thing…
Have you ever had one of those days where you have a conversation with someone – via e-mail – that just leaves you flummoxed, angry, and confused? You wonder exactly why and how the other person came to have the opinion of you that they have because it's based on completely erroneous information and misreading of personality? That's what happened to me tonight, in an e-mail conversation with an old boss – actually the continuation of an e-mail conversation with an old boss. One of those times when, if you can possibly sit still, you can literally feel the blood pressure increasing in your body, and if you think about it too much you'll shake.
Short story: I left a writing gig a while back and I sent an e-mail to my old boss to see if they wanted me to come back and do some work. I noticed some gaps in their coverage of certain things and I thought I could jump in again and help them out. My boss had always liked me and I thought this would go over very smoothly, even if in the end I wasn't rehired. All would have been completely fine if that was the case. But this simple query led to a series of increasingly lame and confusing e-mails from my bosses boss. I don't really want to get into details about it, but in short: I have no experience, I'm not a team player, I'm not supportive, and in general I'm just a terrible, terrible person who probably has body odor and kicks puppies.
Well, no, that last part isn't true, but the first three things on that list were actually said to me. Fine, great, whatever, there are many things I could have said to this person too but I wanted to be cordial and professional about the whole thing.
I realized halfway through the tortuous e-mail exchange that no matter what I said, it was going to be misinterpreted, looked upon suspiciously, with a mix of the other party completely forgetting about what we had said in previous e-mails and not wanting to hear from me in future ones. The thing that gnaws at my bones is that my old boss didn't even stick up for me or clear up anything with their boss.
Eh. The one thing that was said to me that actually makes sense is that I should move on. And so I shall, knowing I did everything I could to bring some normalcy to the situation. The limit was reached.
In better news, I now have a magazine that blinks! I got the new issue Esquire. It's the 75th Anniversary issue, and it has an E-ink cover, a blinking headline on the cover powered by a battery on the inside flap of the magazine. The battery is actually showing, not sure if it's because the glue came off from where the pages were stuck together or if someone took it off the newsstand and wanted to see where the battery was located. The battery is on a circuit board and the magazine is really thick. You probably couldn't get on an airplane with the thing.
Haven't read the issue yet, but the cover sure is different.
Alrighty, that's it for this week. I'd do more but I think the events of the day has zapped some of the late night energy from me (also: Amy Sedaris is on Conan tonight; that should cheer me up). I got through the first week of daily entries, so that's something. Have a great weekend and I'll see you Monday.