Tuesday tweet of the Saber: hiding, tears.

[jolantru]

I confess. I cried like crazy yesterday. The news that I didn't get the job hit me pretty hard. Now, I am still weepy. Restless, resentful, a riot.

What's about Singapore and having to get a job? Is the all mighty dollar the Mammon of the new age now? My parents ragging at me to get a job isn't helping my mood.

So, out went a few resumes.

I read something by Guy Hasson about foreign authors versus American/UK authors on the World SF blog. We 'foreign' authors do not have the cushy time to write. Most of us juggle other things besides writing. We wish we have the luxury to write. But hey, I am in Singapore. Writing is considered 'frivolous', a past-time.

Comments

[hylidae]

Good luck on the job hunt. Angry parents can be rough.

[jolantru]

Thank you. I am keeping my fingers crossed.

[parlance]

Best wishes for getting a job you'll enjoy.

[jolantru]

I might be going in as a trainer next week - but I am still weighting the pros and cons at the moment.