I have a coworker who submits his work for dozens of awards each year, spending hundreds of dollars in entry fees and then always seems surprised and delighted when he wins, which he makes sure to tell us all about.Some authors be like: I don't mind that person got the award, but I do mind not being named dropped.
The second rule of passive aggressive club is, I didn't want to be in your club anyway.
I have a coworker who submits his work for dozens of awards each year, spending hundreds of dollars in entry fees and then always seems surprised and delighted when he wins, which he makes sure to tell us all about.
I keep wondering how far that money would go on therapy, because the awards don't seem to be filling whatever hole he's got inside.
The second rule of passive aggressive club is, I didn't want to be in your club anyway.
I keep hoping for the same thing. Must get round to buying a ticket one of these days.I used to know a guy back in the day that based his entire life on the fact that someday he was going to hit the lottery and be rich. He wouldn't shut up about it. Eventually, he hit for something like $50,000 and acted like he'd won 50 million, then threw a screaming fit when we pointed out that he'd probably spent $20,000 on lottery tickets over the years to do it...
Who says that isn't therapy?I have a coworker who submits his work for dozens of awards each year, spending hundreds of dollars in entry fees and then always seems surprised and delighted when he wins, which he makes sure to tell us all about.
I keep wondering how far that money would go on therapy, because the awards don't seem to be filling whatever hole he's got inside.
Because someone who's been in an industry for 40 years shouldn't need constant outside validation, from awards and social media, to tell him he's good at his job. At that point, he either is or he isn't. (He's fine.)Who says that isn't therapy?
He might have a serious case of Imposter Syndrome and is over compensating.Because someone who's been in an industry for 40 years shouldn't need constant outside validation, from awards and social media, to tell him he's good at his job. At that point, he either is or he isn't. (He's fine.)
Now I'm having flashbacks to Skyrim. "Those guys around that campfire look friendly! And hey, they've got dwarf mastodons as pets!... Wait, those aren't dwarf mastodons... That guy is really big!" Somewhere, that character's body is still flying straight up from the club shot that killed him...
but please remember folks who came before you in the same field and make sure to mention them.Because someone who's been in an industry for 40 years shouldn't need constant outside validation, from awards and social media, to tell him he's good at his job. At that point, he either is or he isn't. (He's fine.)