Me & Trump: Hitting Rock Bottom

Today was not such a great day for me. I'm feeling pretty down after being rejected for a writing job with an online magazine that would have paid me $20 per article to repurpose news stories from other websites. (It's not plagiarism if you change enough words.) I thought I had it in the bag, but then the editor read my blog and said he couldn't risk using me because some of my posts are "pretty spicy" and "we have to protect our brand."

Imagine, my little blog that has only a handful of readers, on some days maybe two handfuls, is threatening to a large, well-known political publication that I won't name except to say that our publication's names share a word, and it's not "droid." So once again I will miss out on earning about $80 a week to write drivel about politics that nobody will read. So you see why I feel bad.

The only thing that cheers me up just a little is that I am not Donald Trump. Just imagine what he's got to be feeling, with virtually all of Washington, DC's vipers working ceaselessly to get him locked up behind bars forever, or at least until after the 2024 election. All those indictments, all those lawyer's fees, and all while trying to campaign for the presidency, and not a peep out of Melania.

So this day ends with me feeling a teeny bit better for not being Donald Trump, but still bad for someone saying my blog is spicy, which I looked up and learned means, "Exciting or entertaining, especially through being mildly indecent." Perhaps this is what is meant by the saying "hitting rock bottom." Things can only go up from here, for both of us. 

I can hardly wait til morning.