And Then the Phone Rang

I’m going to tell you a little story.

Once upon a time, I had a job. It came with a window:

My window office no longer
My window office no longer.

But I lost the window.

And—far worse—the door.

And I was being a big baby about it.

Because I knew I should just be grateful to still have a job.

Everyone says that.

So it’s Friday afternoon and I’m sitting in my new office.

Which is one of these…

A C-word
This, for those who don't know, is called a cubicle. I call this particular cubicle my "lounge." The photo is flipped backwards, but I'm too lazy to fix it, so try to imagine.

…and then the phone rang.

I don’t like getting phone calls in the cubicle unless it’s one of two people (my agent or e).

It was e.

[I would insert an adorable photo of him here, but he would kill me.]

He was home, and had come in from checking the mail.

He said, “You just got in to Yaddo.”

I said, “What????!!!!!”

He said, “Yaddo!”

I said, “Are you joking?”

He read me the letter over the phone.

I said, “Please tell me you’re not joking.”

He replied by sending my cell phone this:

Yaddo acceptance letter sent via cell phone because I refused to believe it had actually happened
Yaddo acceptance letter sent via cell phone because I refused to believe it.

I was in shock.

I mean… it’s YADDO!

Sometimes I feel like I’m in here:

Door to nowhere in the High Line park, NYC
Door to nowhere in the High Line park, NYC

And someone just opened that door.

And the fall isn’t as far as I thought it’d be.

Not so far at all.

So, to all my concerned friends, my first week in the cubicle was A-okay. Who cares! I GOT IN TO YADDO! Can’t hardly believe it!

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