Yes, this is my third post in ONE DAY and it's been well over a month since my last post...
I'll just get right to it. When I was in college, I did an internship at a non-profit publishing press. It was Awesome.
I loved reading manuscripts, being around other people reading manuscripts, meeting people who wrote those manuscripts, and watching the process of a manuscript becoming a book that people could hold and love and pet.
It was Awesome.
Anyways, I still had a semester of college left after I completed the internship. A professor organized a gathering for students to ask me questions about the internship, and other professors attended (ugh, I'm starting to feel embarrassed). At one point during the Q&A, I made a comment about how I "never wanted to comprimise myself", and I certainly meant that, however, I think it came off sounding pompous. Well, it MUST have, because a professor that I really respected actually scoffed.
Scoffing is different than laughing. Scoffing is a noise that says, "Oh, f*cking NICE. NIIIICE". I realized it immediately, but I didn't retract, or try to rephrase, my comment.
I don't know what made that feeling come back, but it has again and again over the years.
So, yes, I never want to comprimise myself, BUT I am more (or was) than willing to work for my position in an organization like that particular publishing press. I think I might have sounded like I was saying, "I don't plan on doing any little piddly tasks, especially now that I'm HOT and RAD after working in the City"...
That scoff haunts me.
This should have been my very first post.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
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