The Pleasures of Art Imitating Life
Well I had a particularly crappy day today. Actually the whole day went well except for the mere three hours spent at work. In that time I was made to wash dishes, break down machines, and clean a cream dispenser coated with sour milk using a toothbrush.
Typical day.
What made me angry was the fact that I kept messing up while I was on drive-thru. Orders wrong, can't remember the coffees they wanted (I work at Dunkin Dounuts if you were wondering) or punch in the wrong order for the wrong person. I had an off day. My manager got mad at me (and subsequently yelled at me) as right he should have. I hate it when he's mad. He's no fun when he's stressed out and I hate making more work for him. He's the greatest guy, and all the credit to him. He has to deal with three new people (including me) and do all his manager-y stuff as well, and yet, as much as I mess up, he thanks me every time I clock out. He thanks me! After, I've spilled coffee, made more work for him, been grumpy, and generally upset people like the clumsy person I am, he THANKS me! Greatest guy ever. I'm glad he yells sometimes. It keeps me in line.
Anyway, my point of this rant is to say that art imitates life, sometimes aggravatingly so, sometimes pleasantly. Today was a great day, even though I was insanely grumpy because I was in the 'everything and everybody sucks but me' mood and wrote a bit like that in my current fic. Had I not had a crappy day, I would not have had the ability to write a more unique piece. I would not have had the inspiration to come up with that scene and for this I am thankful.
So I thank God for my crappy horrible day. Now I have a scene where my character is in a crappy mood and it adds so much more dimension to the story. And people say that fate is nothing but a fickle folly. Ha! Fate has everything to do with how I write, because my writing is inspired by true life events. It's funny to look at the story now, with all the stuff that's really happened to me in it (obviously not the Quidditch and stuff but things you'll see when you read it like being grumpy one day and falling down in front of a crush and the similar).
And so I am able to content and comfort myself with this knowledge that I have turned my anger and sorrow into a great part of a story.
Yay for me! *Happy dance*
Typical day.
What made me angry was the fact that I kept messing up while I was on drive-thru. Orders wrong, can't remember the coffees they wanted (I work at Dunkin Dounuts if you were wondering) or punch in the wrong order for the wrong person. I had an off day. My manager got mad at me (and subsequently yelled at me) as right he should have. I hate it when he's mad. He's no fun when he's stressed out and I hate making more work for him. He's the greatest guy, and all the credit to him. He has to deal with three new people (including me) and do all his manager-y stuff as well, and yet, as much as I mess up, he thanks me every time I clock out. He thanks me! After, I've spilled coffee, made more work for him, been grumpy, and generally upset people like the clumsy person I am, he THANKS me! Greatest guy ever. I'm glad he yells sometimes. It keeps me in line.
Anyway, my point of this rant is to say that art imitates life, sometimes aggravatingly so, sometimes pleasantly. Today was a great day, even though I was insanely grumpy because I was in the 'everything and everybody sucks but me' mood and wrote a bit like that in my current fic. Had I not had a crappy day, I would not have had the ability to write a more unique piece. I would not have had the inspiration to come up with that scene and for this I am thankful.
So I thank God for my crappy horrible day. Now I have a scene where my character is in a crappy mood and it adds so much more dimension to the story. And people say that fate is nothing but a fickle folly. Ha! Fate has everything to do with how I write, because my writing is inspired by true life events. It's funny to look at the story now, with all the stuff that's really happened to me in it (obviously not the Quidditch and stuff but things you'll see when you read it like being grumpy one day and falling down in front of a crush and the similar).
And so I am able to content and comfort myself with this knowledge that I have turned my anger and sorrow into a great part of a story.
Yay for me! *Happy dance*
posted by Chelz at 5:58 PM
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