BFAM Day 8: Momma Said There’d Be Days Like This
There was also a moat surrounding my apartment building when I left for work this morning. And it’s supposed to rain all weekend. Lovely.
As if the weather weren’t enough to make me crabby, this new transitory phase we’ve got going on at work is throwing me way off kilter. I doubt I’ve even mentioned it here, but recently, there was a huge editorial upheaval involving me losing all of my secular and fiction authors and being reassigned, exclusively, to the whack job religious authors. (Feigning enthusiam has never been my strong point and the past couple weeks have been very, very trying on my facial muscles–forced smiles are difficult to maintain for any length of time.) This morning, about a dozen catastrophes slid across my desk and between spoonfuls of cold, congealed oatmeal, I had to deflect emails from an author worrying about capitalized deity pronouns, figure out how to keep a horrendously overdue manuscript on schedule to publish in January 2010, and try to find a time to reschedule a Nashville to New York meeting so that all essential participants could attend. All this, before 10:00 am and with only one cup of coffee in my system.
I will now take deep, steadying breaths and concentrate on the fact that there will most likely be alcohol in my near future–Libby and I are very good at drinking in style.
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