Yesterday I did something that made me very stressed indeed. I applied for inclusion in this year’s Wirksworth Festival.
It involved filling in an online form. This is something I virtually used to do for a living, having submitted assessment reports via online forms as part of my job – every single day for years.
So it should have been easy. It should NOT have been stressful.
But it was.
First, I had to include a CV (or resumé). My previous employment seems somewhat irrelevant to the matter in hand, so the task called for a spot of lateral thinking.
Then, I had to select four photos to represent my work. Oh, decisions decisions…
There were very specific requirements for the photos, requiring edits and techie stuff. So of course, my laptop saw an opportunity to corrupt a few files and constantly quit a vital application. Thanks, laptop.
I got my application done and submitted by the deadline. Eventually. After quite a lot of pfaffing and a little bit of cursing at my laptop and possibly even a tear or two.
My heart rate is just about slowing down now.
I love the Festival Art Trail – you may remember, I went last year, so I know that the reason I got stressed (apart from the recalcitrance of technology) is because it would mean a lot to me if my application was successful.
This, in other words.
Anyway, there’s nothing to do now but wait. My hopes are not high but if I don’t have a go, I’ll never know.
Wish me luck!