On the burning of bridges
May. 3rd, 2007 09:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dolorosa_12'Thanks for letting me down.' That was what was waiting for me in my email inbox when I got to work. The reason? I'd applied, been interviewed, been hired, started, and quit a job in less than 24 hours.
I've been complaining for a while that I wasn't working enough at the Canberra Times to live on, so I emailed the editor of one of those free magazines that you get in cafes in Canberra. Straight away he offered me a job, and I was to come in on Friday and work.
Once I got there, though, I thought better of it. Newspapers are incredibly territorial, and the Canberra Times would not be happy at all to see stories with my name on them appearing in another publication. So before I even started work at the magazine, I quit, claiming I had to talk further with people at the Canberra Times.
I had no intention of doing that. I wanted to get out of there straight away. But I wanted to have the option of going back there if the Canberra Times went bad.
Looks like I don't.
I've been complaining for a while that I wasn't working enough at the Canberra Times to live on, so I emailed the editor of one of those free magazines that you get in cafes in Canberra. Straight away he offered me a job, and I was to come in on Friday and work.
Once I got there, though, I thought better of it. Newspapers are incredibly territorial, and the Canberra Times would not be happy at all to see stories with my name on them appearing in another publication. So before I even started work at the magazine, I quit, claiming I had to talk further with people at the Canberra Times.
I had no intention of doing that. I wanted to get out of there straight away. But I wanted to have the option of going back there if the Canberra Times went bad.
Looks like I don't.
