I was looking forward to spending the afternoon catching up with the Blog Book Tour digests, reading your blogs and responding, but I got waylaid by some weird interchanges with someone who is organizing an upcoming writers’ event. I can’t be more specific, because I don’t want this posting to come back and bite me in the behind. Suffice it to say that she suggested I drop out because my attitude wasn’t happy and positive enough. Supposedly the other writers selected are all “nice” and excited about cooperating for the event. I said I wouldn’t drop out – I’d been selected for the quality of my work, not my niceness.
After a couple of e-mail exchanges and then some unsolicited phone calls from this person, I could feel my blook pressure rising, and a little twinge of pain radiating down my left arm – a sure signal of stress that I’ve learned to listen to. Not anything life-threatening – I’ve had it checked out – but when the clock on my computer hit 5:00pm, I did pour myself a glass of red wine, strictly for therapeutic purposes, of course.
Fortunately, at this time of life I have the luxury of picking and chosing the people, places and projects that I’m involved with, and of being able to cut the unnecessary negatives out of my life. I’ll put up with this woman for now because the event is worthwhile, but after that, she’s history!
My sympathies are with those of you who still have to kowtow to nasty employers and other negative folks for the sake of yourlivelihood – it’s much more fun being a bitchy old crone!