I applied for a freelance writing job with Oprah.com.
I’ve never been more excited to get a rejection letter in my whole life.
Unless of course, Mama Oprah’s (literal or figurative) arms open up and welcome me into her world. My dreams of A) getting paid a real salary to work on the internet, and B) getting one step closer to my idol would finally be fulfilled.
It could happen, right?
Or (at the suggestion of a friend) I’ll print out that rejection letter, put it in a fancy frame, and mount that puppy on my wall next to my diplomas.
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I applied, too! It’s a long shot for me, but I thought ‘what the hell’
EXACTLY. I just want some kind of acknowledgement that I was connected w/ Oprah in some way at some point.
And now I sound like a creepy stalker.
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I can just hear her announcing your name.
But if she doesn’t hire you, maybe she’ll gift you one of her “favorite things” in the form a frame for your wall. She is all knowing…
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I’m pretty sure Oprah wouldn’t hire me either. I’m actually OK with that.
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