My usual modus operandi is, “No good deed goes unpunished,” which I learned from a mentor when I interned in Illinois state government over summer break in college and usually is perfect for any situation. Thus when I cleaned out the refrigerator yesterday (which Husband had been pestering me to do since this summer), while he gallivants around Europe, eating at four star Michelin restaurants with clients and kicking it back in luxury hotels after his meetings, I expected a reward along the lines of the Mets playing like shit and fucking up game 5 of the play-offs. I was not disappointed. (They better get their asses in gear tonight and win, or the whole thing is over and I will be one pissed off bitch. On the other hand, I can console myself by watching CSI on Thursday, which I missed due to baseball for the past two weeks and forgot to record.)
However, I was extremely surprised (and delighted and excited and overjoyed and psyched…) when I received an email yesterday afternoon from a local commuter newspaper editor letting me know that they would like to run an article I submitted to them two weeks ago. The article was about why I didn’t change my name when I got married, and I’ll post a link to their website when it appears. I just signed the contract today (my first paid freelance gig outside of the always wonderful BlogHer), and I also needed to send in a full color picture of me, which inspired my panicky survey. (Thanks for everyone’s feedback!)
Ultimately, I went with the cute youthful picture because I was insanely flattered by Happy and Blue 2’s suggestion that commuters would fantasize about little old me on the subway. This makes me laugh and laugh. Although when I bring it to the scenario’s logical conclusion of subway masturbators, it is not very funny at all. Just creepy.
At any rate, assuming that I will need pictures for future writings (and hopefully not because I continue to do a ton of household cleaning), I will eventually get some sort of professional head shot. (Not the kind that involves subway masturbators, either.) So exciting!!!
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Congratulations on being published. Woohoo..
ReplyDeleteAnd glad I could help with the picture choice, ha,ha.
Actually I'm more glad you didn't take it the wrong way..
I was thinking about writing a blog about not changing my name when I am wed, then you go and spring this on me. So now if I do it, it will just look like a lame rip off of yours. So I still might do it anyway.
ReplyDeletePlus, now I have to read the Metro. Gag.
Suebob the cranky copy editor says: Michelin only goes to 3 stars. I think the 5 star thing is good ol American ego inflation.
ReplyDeleteCongrats on the freelance gig! Woo hoo.
And now that I know what the story is about, the 2nd photo is definitely the right choice.
congrats!!! let me know when it publishes so i can pick up a copy.
ReplyDeleteYowza on the Michelin stars. Although I feel that my slip up merely exposes my Jewish white trash roots, i.e. - I'm sophisticated enough to know that Michelin stars exist, but not so much to know how many of them a place can corral. Thanks for the correct info. Perhaps I shall be saved embarrassment in front of Husband's clients or co-workers some day as a result.
ReplyDeleteYes! Another freelance gig! The ball is rolling! Keep it up! I am proud and excited! Congrats!
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