Sometime last year a job opportunity inworld was announced. This was during my temporary exile from bedbugs. I was living with my father while my apartment underwent several stages of treatment. I was broke from the expenses preparing for treatment & owed the co-op 2 months' maintenance. I know: too much RL. Well, that part of it is documented in the archives anyway.
Anywho, here was an interesting opportunity to work part time at a second job, not only at something I liked but in a place I liked as well.
I went all out and updated my resume. I revealed my RL identity. I expressed how I could use the extra income while engaged in a pursuit I'd enjoy in a field I enjoyed etc etc. Because let's be honest: After a hard day's work and with dubious health, it was going to have to be something I'd enjoy.
I didn't expect the answer I got. They thanked me for applying of course. Then said there were any number of people who would jump at the chance to work for the organization for nothing.
That had to be just about the most off-putting blow-off I'd ever gotten for a professional job. Why offer a salary then? Sheeeeeesh.
So many thoughts come to mind. Their hiring a groveler for less than the offered fee. It's fine until the fan's lofty misconceptions are pierced. Play Misty For Me meets Mark David Chapman chosen over someone appreciative but mature & objective, who has their heart for the genre.
You know what they say: You get what you pay for.
This reminds me: I've cowered over the prospect of selling my art as mentioned back in October. I guess I'm shy about the wrong things. I still need money to catch up on living expenses as well as offset medical bills. I guess I'd better hop to it.