Google Made Me Cry on My Birthday*

*Okay, it was the day right before my birthday, but I was still VERY upset about it all during my birthday so my point stands!

Sooo, that collaborative writing thing I was waiting to hear back about last post? Well I heard back about it alright. When they sent me an email, asking who I was after I’d sent them additional materials for an application they’d never received. That’s right. Google never even processed my application.

And of course, I got this email during intermission for Jekyll and Hyde, when I’m strung out on performance nerves and also contending with a contact high I’d gotten from the potheads who live in the apartment above the theater which was making me edgy and upset beyond belief already. By the end of the night, Matt’s offer to make me a fancy quesadilla had me sobbing.

Ugh.

The good news is that they allowed me to resubmit my application (days after the deadline), which I’ve done and now I’ve got an interview scheduled for this week to go talk to them. Fingers crossed! Updates when I have more news.

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About Morgan Maria D'Isidoro

Morgan Maria D'Isidoro has lived in Baltimore, MD for most of her life, saving a handful of failed escape attempts. Given the murder rates, she'll probably die here too. Morgan is a writer of speculative fiction and poetry, a musician of dubious quality, cat aficionado, art history fangirl, kitchen sorceress, recovering pyromaniac, accomplished liar, and an all around person of questionable employability.
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