I'm in the mood to write to her, but I'd like to paste that up in my LJ for further mockery, first.
It just begs for the mocking, doesn't it?
She's writing up her experience in getting rejected for the internship she really wanted for the paper that gave her an internship? That's weird.
Yeah. Talk about shooting yourself in the foot.
I mean, there's a very good reason I whined about not finaling in the writers contest on Bitches rather than, say, a board where I knew all the judges for that contest were likely to hang out.
And ensuring, if her original application antics hadn't, that she'll never work for SPIN as long as she lives.
Well, why not? After all, her passion for SPIN is waning.
Krystal Grow?
Maybe she should have applied for the internship at Penthouse.
And ensuring, if her original application antics hadn't, that she'll never work for SPIN as long as she lives.
Nor for anything else bigger than the North Adams Transcript, I'm guessing.
Oh god. She's one of the "I'm so smart everyone should love me and if they don't they are stupid and it is all their fault and I'm blameless." Scary.
Allyson, no need for a lecture. It happens. Just be glad you're not on a pretty full bus in a third world country and your backpack is in the luggage compartment. Not that that every happened.
Nor for anything else bigger than the North Adams Transcript, I'm guessing.
Exactly. Bad-mouthing someone in the industry publicly? Not a good idea all around.
Oh, pretty please?? I'll give you a tampon.
Ohmigod, this made me laugh.
I think our friend Krystal was raised with the notion that "everyone gets a trophy" even if they suck.
She's also a crappy writer.
Yes, write to her I shall. She needs to throw herself on the bed and cry one more time, just for me.
I got the cite from Romenesko. Heh, heh. She is NEVER going to get another job in the industry, I'm guessing.
Allyson, I hope you post your letter to her here or in LJ for us to enjoy as well. Also, I have a question to email you-- which is the best address to use?
Allyson, just thank god you're not sitting in the bedroom of a man you fancy who's just told he you wants you, and you're secure in your knowledge you need to get on a bus and travel 30 minutes to home before you get to a tampon, because ALL the stores nearby are closed.
However, OUCH, and I need to go hide extra tampons everywhere.
