It happened at 3 pm. I was multitasking (listening to my play list, chatting with Rossi and writing for special Christmas sale leaflet). Along came our marcomm staff. He walked to my desk. I knew it without turning my head around.
"Hey Nnisa, I think the headline has to be more catchy," he said nicely.
I plugged my earphone out. "Sorry?"
"Yeah, you should re-write the headline. Make it more catchy," he repeated.
"Oh, okay." I stared at my monitor. He stood still beside me. "Give me 10 minutes," I asked him to leave me alone, and yes, he left.
I plugged my earphone in and grabbed my mouse. I got mad. And when I get mad, I blast my eardrums. I play Spaceman in high volume and drown myself and my anger in sound.
Hormone + Stupid Revision = Mad
I made 5 new headlines. I was pretty sure they were all catchier than the first one. Rossi helped me out and made headline # 6. Then I stopped. I stared at my monitor for thousand times and typed headline # 7. I didn't like headline # 7. I didn't like it because it's not catchy, not even close to the first one. I didn't like it but I knew they'd pick it.
Guess what? They picked headline # 7.
Doh~
I could get angrier when I knew that they chose headline # 7 over 6 other. But I chose to turn around. I left my catchy-headlines-but-not-approved-by-the-man and started to write another task.
I learned.
I would love to grieve and make the rest of my day as the worst day of my life. But I didn't do it. I just left it and gave a smile to the new things. As simple as that, and it worked.
Oh, how I love simple things!!
:)
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wow, you're so good at handling things like that! :)
ReplyDeletei was trying (very hard) to be happy, dania.. hehehe..
ReplyDeleteyippie! welcome to the industry! all the crappy headlines always sell! wakakakak..
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