I know I’ve written about this before: as a matter of fact, I have, more accurately, whined about this before – but I simply get so damned frustrated when I’m blown off for an interview, especially when I’ve gone to a lot of time and trouble to set it up.
So it happened again. And I just need to blow off some steam(rather than a hard-working journo). Okay – deep breath. I know the guy is busy. But when I think about it, I know that I would NEVER do such a thing! Never! Never have and never will. It’s such a simple thing to do what you say you will. And, if for some reason you can’t (emergencies do arise) – then, for heaven’s sake, make a call and reschedule! It’s just polite.
Okay, another deep breath. It’s this more than anything else that makes me want to quit this career. Honestly and truly. I might miss the writing or the satisfaction of a job well done but I will never miss the people who have no common courtesy.
Is that it? Am I done? Have a ranted enough to feel better? (checking internally) No and yes. How’s that for an equivocal anser.
In other news, my eye doctor appointment has been moved up to Thursday and I’m actually quite glad about that – let’s get it over with! And on the good news front, more work is coming in. And maybe tomorrow all my interviewees will keep their appointments and be there when I call them on time!