Having to deal with Ottawa's terribly broken transit system took the shine out of the morning a little bit, but I managed to get to work on time, so I can't complain too much. I arrived and checked my email to discover that someone in Conneticut tried to access my Facebook account. I changed my password quicksmart and set-up two-factor authorisation. Stupid people trying to make things difficult for other folks.
Then, I received my first rejection. This was, I have to admit, to be expected, though it came in really fast from this agent. I'm not as torn up over it as I was the first time I ever received a rejection, though I am rather sad. That's normal, I suppose. Still, it's not the optimal way to start a day.
Right now I'm sitting down with a coffee and letting myself feel sad. Rejection sucks, even if it's expected. While I'm feeling sad, I'm dreaming of my house in the country, sitting at the library window, with a cup of tea, and watching the snow fall, before retiring to my writing desk to work.
Honestly, I'll need to win the lottery to make this happen, so it shall remain a dream. For a little while longer. But it's such a pleasant dream...
Right, I have to go. Despite my desire to dream, I do have work to do.