I had a flustering day today, before I checked the mail. Three art customers wanted me to cut their paper on this finicky paper cutter. The first two pieces of paper were cut wrong because of me. One of the girls was just standing there and making a mad face while tapping her toes. I excused myself and went to find one of my co-workers. My hands were shaking and I just told them that someone else had to cut the paper for them, I just couldn't do it. It was like a mini-panic attack. I've been working there for over two years and never had such trouble with cutting and then feeling so uncomfortable. Stupid mean customer. At least my co-worker was really nice about it and I'm grateful to him.
Now I'm not really sure what to do with "Down in the Creek", my rejected book. I don't know if I want to self-publish it like my first book or try to find an agent. I would welcome any suggestions! For now, I think I'm gonna take a bike ride, buy some gardening gloves to kill the onions that grow wild outside my door, and probably find a movie to watch. Not really in the mood to be around a lot of people tonight... I'll try to stay positive.