An Assistant in Your Rejection

Last night, I received an emailed rejection from a children's book agent.  The form letter came from an assistant.

It was very nice as far as rejections go.  But it made me think of one of my close friends, Holly, who is similarly an assistant to an editor.  She too must send out the dooming form rejection letters and accept potential authors' rage and ill-will in the place of her boss receiving such ire in the form of angry calls or vague threats of "You'll be sorry!  Wah!"

Now some would imagine this would mean that I would resist being upset by the rejection, knowing the assistant was merely doing as he was told to make some money in this sad economy.  (And to be honest, I'm not upset.  Rejection is the norm I have become hardened to.  And since the submission was by email, I didn't even have to pay for postage.  Score!)  But that is not my struggle.  Oh no, instead of being mad at the agent's assistant, I'm wondering if I should just be angry with Holly.  Tough call.

(Holly--if you read this, JUST KIDDING.  I have nothing but love for ya, truly.)