Scaryduck writes, "I celebrated my last day on my paper round by giving everybody next door's paper, and the house at the end 16 copies of the Maidenhead Advertiser. And I kept the delivery bag. That certainly showed 'em."
What have you flounced out of? Did it have the impact you intended? What made you quit in the first place?
(, Thu 22 May 2008, 12:15)
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the withered old bitch who doles out the money scoffed - actually laughed - at my idea of what I should be earning and told me I wasn't THAT good a writer. A fortnight later the MD of a national communications company said I could name my price because my writing was THAT good.
Fuck off, withered bitch. Time to say goodbye.
(, Thu 22 May 2008, 12:42, 6 replies)
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