...to the best of us. Namely ... I, Theodore Quintella Rorschalk. Luckily for me, though, the VC often are very forgiving and of good humor about such snafus. The following being a case in point.
name on it came his way. Should I re-submit or is it too late?
30th June. I've had no rejection or anything else. Do you think it got lost?
I researched it and it appears that I never got around to sending it to the Floor. My only excuse for this oversight is that the piece was submitted on June 30th for the quarter commencing July 15th. I believe I sent you a receipt gmail, giving you a false sense of security, and then forgot about the submission over the next 15 days (15 days until the quarter started). I take full responsibility for this snafu. Please forgive me. And, if you would, please re-submit 'The New Man' on October 15th when we begin taking subs for the Winter Issue. At least this way I know I won't drop the ball like I did this last time, and am guaranteed a quality submission that will likely contend for publication.
There has been a rending of cheesecloth and a gnashing of buttocks but I'm over it now.
Had you been a resident of Deare Olde Englande I might have been forced to throw down the latex glove and challenge you to Parsnips at Dawn. It would have been a legendary duel, I'm certain. Now, alas, my children and their children and their children's children will never hear of our frosty deeds and molten mettle. Instead they'll probably die in the inevitable nuclear conflict between the world's religions or starve because they're ignorant and poor.
Meanwhile, I will endeavour to re-sub come the 15th Oct!
Your forbearance is admirable. With your permission, I'd like to blogge this exchange, under the heading of 'It Happens.' Or something like that. If you have an idea for a headline, please gmail it on over.
How about 'Old submissions never die, they just get overlooked, forgotten, ignored, dismissed and shat upon by those who should have loved them.'?
Hey, I'm over it now.
Maybe that came over a little strong but I was smiling when I wrote it. Blogge away, sir.
I gmailed him back assuring him I had taken his badinage in good stride and reiterated my apologies for mishandling his cap. The moral of this story could be a cautionary one for the VC, which is: DO NOT SUBMIT YOUR CAP BEFORE THE FLOOR COMMENCES OPERATION BECAUSE THE OLD GAY GAFFER IS NOT WHAT HE USED TO BE. IF YOU KNOW WHAT I'M SAYIN'.