My heart is heavy.
It’d been more than a week waiting for Heather, with a local startup magazine on parenting preparing to launch, to respond in our extended communications.
It’s not like I was a teenager sitting by the phone waiting for him to call. She said she would call last week. And she didn’t.
So I telephoned her and left messages. She didn’t respond. The only remaining course was email, which I did. I didn’t hear from her and I didn’t hear from her.
And then I did, this morning.
Sorry but I’ve brought everyone on board now, she says. I’ll call you when opportunity to contribute arises again.
What a blowoff, albeit a nicely-worded one. And a ripoff. We’d been moving forward toward meeting/interviewing for some time now. I’ve had this opportunity at the forefront and as a priority as I get moved in and set up in a new town (meaning there’s been a LOT on my plate, first and foremost finding a place to live).
I’ve remained in touch and communicated through the process. I’ve been professional, proactive and patient.
We were on the same page. Then Heather dropped the ball. Out of the blue.
I sensed something amiss in her silence and abrupt lack of communication recently. My heart felt heavy and I’ve been depressed.
Now I know why. I’m sad and disappointed that she didn’t carry through or even call like she promised. I’m disgruntled that she shoved me, and our mutual opportunity, off the stovetop. And I’m upset that she did it in favor of others before we even met.
Though a nice person I’m sure, her dropping the ball and lack off responsiveness do not impress; they are unprofessional and unkind.
I don’t think I’ll be writing or contributing to Prescott parent magazine. I do however wish her luck and the publication success.