I made very little progress on my story this morning, but at least I didn’t break down and cry at the sight of the piece. I’m nervous about getting something presentable done for Monday’s deadline, but I’m sure I’ll figure it out. I didn’t have much time to dwell on it today at work, as I came in early and worked straight through lunch to get out the four e-mail campaigns I was responsible for sending. Over 5,000 messages went out to our internal database by my hand yesterday. I just hope that someone buys something from us so I’ll have proven my value and secured my job for a little bit longer.
I did a little more work on the story when I got home and I was a lot more cordial with Stephanie. I’m not sure why that was. I actually dealt with more stress today than I dealt with on other days this week and yet I was more calm today. Maybe I was just too worn out to be pissed off.
Can I say again that I’m worried about my story, though? I think I have the bare bones of something good but I thought that last time and my advisor shot me down. If she’d give me the chance to work on revising a piece instead of submitting new piece after new piece, maybe she’d get a better sense of my work ethic.
Alas, it is time for bed. This concludes our ranting for this evening.