Bollocks

Just had an e-mail this evening, stating that an editorial job I applied for at a local literary publisher wasn't successful.

Obviously, running a small press single-handedly for almost seven years just doesn't cut the mustard these days. What do they want, the moon on a stick?

Ah well. Mustn't grumble I s'pose... but it's not often a vacancy arises that I really *really* want to do, and I don't even get called for an interview.

Still, onwards and upwards, water off a duck's back...