Rejection and Cake Day
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I have meant to talk about rejection-and-cake-day for quite a while now but never got around it with all the festival shenanigans going on. So here it goes:
As part of the volunteering I was standing one Sunday on the Royal Mile for 4 hours handing out flyers. People avoided me and looked away when I was talking to them, as they always do when someone is handing out flyers. Well, some people did talk to me and were indeed very grateful about the information I could give them - some of it festival-related, a lot just directions. One guy asked where the nearest casino was. But of all the festival jobs I have done, flyering is usually annoying, boring, and soul-destroying, and can only be half fun at times when you are in a very chirpy mood and don’t mind the rejection. I think I was in an alright mood, but then a boy cancelled a date we had arranged for that same evening and that was quite an accumulation of rejection which I wasn’t ready for.
So I took a long coffee break, bitched a bit with other volunteers about the bossy venue managers, and went to a live gig in the Spiegeltent right after my shift. To be fair, getting stood up didn’t come as a huge surprise, so I had brought my dancing shoes into town for plan B, the gig, where I knew I would find some other dancers. And I did, I had a great time, and all danced out I went to get another drink at a coffee stall, where I was given free cake! I shared it with friends, sitting outside in the beer garden on a mild evening, already reconciled with the day. And when I got home, my flatmate gave me more cake even before I told her all about cake-and-rejection-day!
As part of the volunteering I was standing one Sunday on the Royal Mile for 4 hours handing out flyers. People avoided me and looked away when I was talking to them, as they always do when someone is handing out flyers. Well, some people did talk to me and were indeed very grateful about the information I could give them - some of it festival-related, a lot just directions. One guy asked where the nearest casino was. But of all the festival jobs I have done, flyering is usually annoying, boring, and soul-destroying, and can only be half fun at times when you are in a very chirpy mood and don’t mind the rejection. I think I was in an alright mood, but then a boy cancelled a date we had arranged for that same evening and that was quite an accumulation of rejection which I wasn’t ready for.
So I took a long coffee break, bitched a bit with other volunteers about the bossy venue managers, and went to a live gig in the Spiegeltent right after my shift. To be fair, getting stood up didn’t come as a huge surprise, so I had brought my dancing shoes into town for plan B, the gig, where I knew I would find some other dancers. And I did, I had a great time, and all danced out I went to get another drink at a coffee stall, where I was given free cake! I shared it with friends, sitting outside in the beer garden on a mild evening, already reconciled with the day. And when I got home, my flatmate gave me more cake even before I told her all about cake-and-rejection-day!
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