Dear Apple,
My heart sank today as others crowed on their websites and blogs about receiving an invitation to Apple headquarters and my email box was only filled with spam. While the day was brightened for some, mine slid into a deep dark place – in which I started to wonder, “maybe Apple hates me.”
It’s on days like today that my life is put into perspective. I’m a nobody. At least Navin Johnson became somebody when his name was put in the phone book. Sniff. Phone books don’t even exist anymore, do they? At least I know my name is not in the Apple press phone book.
Heck, Navin Johnson even had wealth, power, and the love of a beautiful woman. Me? My head is lowered and I’ve been mumbling all day: “I don’t need anything except, this, and this, and my invitation to Apple. Grrr. I don’t need an invitation from Apple.”
Maybe I’m in the wrong movie. Maybe I’m just a sad little teacher.
“On September 10, 2013, the little company known as Apple Inc, in an effort to alleviate the effects of the… Anyone? Anyone?”
“Apple? Apple? Apple?”
Apple Fan Boys: Um, Apple is sick. My best friend’s sister’s boyfriend’s brother’s girlfriend heard from this guy who knows this kid who’s going with the girl who saw Apple pass out invitations today. I guess it’s pretty serious that you didn’t get one.”
Maybe I should use the ole empowerment trick. “Aren’t you glad you didn’t get invited? This means you don’t have to buy gasoline and drive over to Cupertino.”
Nope. Sorry. I’m still sad.