The Waiting Game

Today was the deadline day on which we were supposed to hear about the conference in Chicago that I submitted 5 papers to.  I figured that notices would go out early.  Ha.

At 11:13am, I received this email:

“We regret to inform you that your paper has not been accepted for presentation at the AEJMC Annual Convention”

Well, that’s one down.  Thankfully, it was the paper that I pretty much knew wouldn’t get accepted, but man, it still hurt.  Rejected.  I feel so…unloved.  What’s wrong with me?

The day went on.  No.  The day dragged on.  What the hell was taking these people so long?  I heard from my friend/co-author of other rejections that also came this morning.  Hmmmmm.  Maybe the rejected notices went out in the morning, and everything else was positive news?  Then I talked to another friend around 6 or so - she had gotten a rejection notice about 15 minutes before.  Crap.  There goes that theory.

Then.  THEN!

“Congratulations on your excellent research! We are pleased to inform you that your paper has been accepted for presentation at the AEJMC Annual Convention”

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hooray!!!  I called my co-author, who very loudly yelled “YES!”

So right now, at 9:53pm on the day of notifications, here’s my score:

1 Rejection

1 Acceptance

3 With no word still.

But I’ve got one, and this is one of the premier conferences I can go to for my field.  If nothing else, I’m psyched about the one.

But still holding out for maybe just one more.  Maybe 2.