Rejection is a sharp blade through the heart, digging and stinging. It hurts. I droop. I drag. I look like this:
After a deep breath, I yank the blade out and fling it away. I pick up my bottom lip. After all, it’s not the first time I’ve been rejected, and it won’t be the last. My latest short story “Together Forever” was rejected by an online magazine, so I sent it elsewhere. As writers, as humans, does anyone ever get used to rejection?
And now, for the moment you’ve all been waiting for. The number one worst email of 2000 is (dundundundudndundundundudndudndudnd *that’s a drum roll*):
Situation: A systems analyst created more problems when he wrote this e-mail to explain a problem.
E-mail:Will the unti cost in momsat that has change now since you have fix it—will it update THE AIM ICS STD COST TO-NIGHT Because I will need to send mass ICS act again because some Std(wrong) went to Vista—
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(taken from Worst e-mail contest winners. (2000, January 25). TechRepublic.)
Here’s my analysis: someone known as ‘The Aim’ has an STD that will cost them something serious to-night!!! Better get that checked out, ‘The Aim’.