ayla

So you guys came across the nice little surprise I got to come home to last night. Of course, you guys just saw it here. I, on the other hand, got a nice little email from Missy herself. Yeah, isn't that nice? I mean, it's not bad enough that so far, this week has been absolute SHIT, and yesterday at work was no exception of course. Having to read, "Oh, sorry, you're dropped." really put the icing on the arsinic tainted cake. Even though I had the replacement shoot in the works, just like Missy had asked for.

And, like always, I email back, and no response. What else is new, right?

Hey God, wanna toss any more shit my way, y'know, since you like to keep knocking me down just when I've finally climbed my way to the top of the hole?

Yes, I'm fucking hurt. And I already went off about this on one of my more frequented message boards. That doesn't even began to touch not just how hurt, but how fucking offended I am. If I was never really in the running to become an SG, then why the fuck play with my hopes for that fucking long, y'know? Don't give the "business is business" excuse, because there is always room for common decency, even in something as cutthroat as this.

But you know what? Fuck it. Fuck this. In the long run, I suppose it doesn't even matter, because even if they dropped me, they still have my set to do with whatever they wish and I ultimately have no say over it - so once again, "someone" screwed the day. Way to go. You must be proud of yourself.