On Saturday night I headed to East Carson Street in the South Side of Pittsburgh to a bachelorette party. The South Side is Pittsburgh’s party section of town, dating back about 125 years when there was a bar on every corner. Pittsburgh was a “working mans” city and the steel workers were known to crowd the corner pubs and restaurants after every shift…morning, noon, and night. The steel mills lined the rivers and the bars were just a short walk away.
Although the mills aren’t around any more, many of the bars remain. Some are converted into trendy places and others look like they have 100 years of beer spilled on the floor.
Ordering a few of these in the company of twenty-something-year-olds preparing for wedded bliss wasn’t the brightest idea I’ve ever had.
…but, after the worst Friday on recent record, I needed to get out. The place was packed with humans who still legitimately get carded…and a few creatures on two feet who I seriously questioned might not be human. Nonetheless, the band was playing some good tunes.
Just a small town girl…… livin’ in a lonely world.
She took the midnight train……goin’ anyyyyyywhere.
The twenty-somethings call this an oldie. Heh.
So, on the South Side, I temporarily forgot about my life taking a slight southerly turn on Friday. If you didn’t read that post, I fell into a mini-panic after having a bad day and getting an e-mail at 4:55 PM from a client saying that my work wasn’t up to par.
Being that a big part of my job is writing, I felt personally attacked. When someone doesn’t like 100+ pages that you poured your heart and soul into, and asks for a re-write, then it’s hard to not take it personal.
I’m not sure if this is a strength or weakness in my BACKBONE, but when someone tells me I’m not good enough or can’t do something, I set out on a mission to prove them wrong. So, after reading the e-mail over about 25 times and letting the message sink in, I started the re-write and have been at it ever since (except for the time-out for drinking with humans and non-humans in the South Side).
By the way, I was also once told that I would never start a blog. I did. Exactly one year ago today. Proved THEM wrong, didn’t I!
Gotta get back to the re-write….I’m only on page 12.
How do YOU handle criticism? Ignore it? Drink your problems away? Turn the other cheek? Get confrontational?