Random thought… today my Starbucks cup said:
“Failure’s hard, but success is far more dangerous. If you’re successful at the wrong thing, the mix of praise and money and opportunity can lock you in forever.” Interesting. I always thought success only comes to people who are doing the right thing. But then I look at the job I have now and understand my Starbucks warning. I’ve been successful in customer service, and I feel like I’m trapped.
So a lot of things have been happening since I last wrote. Going to the testing session was a test of my patience. The first streetcar I got on was out of service. The driver told me to get on another streetcar which, apparently, wasn’t going to go where I needed it to, so I had to get on a third streetcar. By this time, I was upset because I had an idea that I might be late for the 2:30 testing appointment. While walking up the street, a bar sign that said ‘Everything’s going to be alright’ caught my attention while I was busy working myself up in to a huff. I ignored it, thinking the sign wasn’t for me because that would just be too corny.
I got to the appointment 45 minutes late. I imagined being turned away by a secretary, and him or her telling me with a condescending tone that I would have to reschedule for the next two weeks because I was too late. I got so worked up two tears streamed down my face on the bus. But when I got to the appointment, I met Gary Schlee who surprised me by saying he had read my blog! It turns out that the actual testing hadn’t started when I got there, so once again, there was nothing to worry about. York even came through for me and sent my transcript to Centennial in three days (as opposed to the five to fifteen they warned me about). I hate to say it, but everything did work out…
On Monday I went back to York to finish up some last minute things and I met up with the associate editor of Sway magazine and Canadian Immigrant. She told me about a story idea for Sway that I could do and I snatched it up like the last bag of brown rice at No Frills. This is my first chance to get paid for writing–I can now officially say I’m a “freelance writer”. Goosebumps. So needless to say, I’ve been a bit busy. I haven’t had a chance to do grocery shopping or any of that other important stuff. Nevertheless, things, in fact, are alright. I’m trying really hard to stay away from any Ace is Base references about seeing signs and having my eyes opened.
