October 7, 2009
(That’s the “you lose!” sound, not the sound of me crying.)
I know, I know, I’m going to have to get used to rejection, take my medicine, it’s good for me blah blah but it still BLOWS THE BIG ONE. It’s possible that I may have been a little high on my horse – riding high on all my good feedback, my Zoni nomination – so high that I forgot I only have two credits on my resume. That’s not terribly impressive to a director. And maybe I just didn’t audition very well, I don’t know. I’m sure I could use a lot more practice.
I just hope this rejection doesn’t portend a coming trend.
Getting in the car right after I got the “sorry, sucka” email, I decided to tell Moo the news, because I think it’s good for her to see that we all have to deal with disappointments and frustrations:
Mama: “I’m a little sad, Moo. I found out I’m not going to be in that doggie show.”
Moo: “Your audition, Mommy?”
Mama: “Yep, everybody auditioned, and they decided they didn’t want me to be in the show.”
Moo: “Ohhhh, Mommy.”
Mama: “It’s okay! I’ll be in another show. It’s somebody else’s turn this time.”
Moo: “Maybe a real doggy, Mommy!”
Damn. I should have gone full-dog.