Chris Elliot is a dufus
It has been so crazy at work lately. Over the summer, I was lucky if I had to do a proposal every week. That would mean I had to chase my boss down for five days to get him to give me any feedback whatsoever on the proposal I was putting together while also juggling the needs of the other guys in the office who need the "secretary" to do their typing. Granted, while I doubt I spent the last 4 1/2 years in school so I could get out into the real world and work the job women in the 50's aspired to, I hate to admit, but I enjoy it. Dr. Weiss would be so proud to hear, though, that even though I dropped the advertising major in my first semester, most of my job requires the marketing skills that somehow leaked from his mouth and into my brain...or maybe marketing really is a field for those who can't be creative in a constructive way. I'm just as immersed as I always was in the English language; in fact, I was pratically giddy the other day explaining to my boss that rules of written English do not actually require one to use a comma before "and" in a sequence of objects (ran, skipped and jumped vs. ran, skipped, and jumped) and then I proceeded to erase 140 unneccesary commas the client didn't want in a document the office prepared for him.
Now that the weather is turning shitty, this means that prospective clients are busying up their schedules with plans to add, demolish, or renovate some part of their building. Since summer is obviously the best time to have crews on your roof or portions of your walls removed, then winter is the best time to organize the hiring of the crews who will be out there come April/May. This means that my typical output will more than triple with sometimes 3-4 proposals going out every week. Due to an influx recently of 9 projects I had to sort out and apply for, I lost the calm pace I was previously working at. Now, I've whittled those down (sent the last one out today) so I can start with a fresh mind on the five new that just fell in my lap.
As much as I feel like ripping my hair out when I see the deadline constantly lurking in my ever-shrinking shadow, I've missed the stress of working and now I get to feel an accomplished sense of exhaustion when I leave the office every day.
Out of work, life has been fairly hectic as well. Fernando coughed up a bit of blood 2 days before Jarod and I flew to Chicago for a wedding, so we had to force-feed him Pepcid AC and antibiotics. He's fine, but he ended up costing Jarod a nice chunk of change. Chicago was awsome and it reminded me that there is a possibility that a couple other than Haakon & Kira or Alisha & Hutch have the potential to be a couple who's presence doesn't nauseate me. I was nervous when I met Natalie (the woman who would marry Jarod's friend Tim) until I saw her angrily try to remove the fake nails she had to get, argue with relatives that NO she would NOT be playing either the Chicken Dance or the Bunny Hop (Hokey Pokey, Macarena, etc.) and found that she was able to join in on a conversation involving the need for espionagic torture of fellow subway riders (hint: cattle prods).
Chris Elliot was out touring with his new book, which I'm sure will be a far cry from something assigned in the English department, but may prove to be interesting if I ever give it a chance. I suffered through Cabin Boy to see him (it reminds me slightly that if I could have handled this I could have walked through the huge blizzard in Boston last winter to see Pauly Shore if only he was worth $15 and half a mile in the storm). I met Mary Roach (author of Stiff: the Curious Lives of Cadavers and her new book Spook) and met Shawn Mullins (the guy who won a Grammy for Lullaby back in 98 or 99'). Momo is as fat as ever; Jarod's as skinny and I'm procrastinating as always when it comes to my writing.
Now that the weather is turning shitty, this means that prospective clients are busying up their schedules with plans to add, demolish, or renovate some part of their building. Since summer is obviously the best time to have crews on your roof or portions of your walls removed, then winter is the best time to organize the hiring of the crews who will be out there come April/May. This means that my typical output will more than triple with sometimes 3-4 proposals going out every week. Due to an influx recently of 9 projects I had to sort out and apply for, I lost the calm pace I was previously working at. Now, I've whittled those down (sent the last one out today) so I can start with a fresh mind on the five new that just fell in my lap.
As much as I feel like ripping my hair out when I see the deadline constantly lurking in my ever-shrinking shadow, I've missed the stress of working and now I get to feel an accomplished sense of exhaustion when I leave the office every day.
Out of work, life has been fairly hectic as well. Fernando coughed up a bit of blood 2 days before Jarod and I flew to Chicago for a wedding, so we had to force-feed him Pepcid AC and antibiotics. He's fine, but he ended up costing Jarod a nice chunk of change. Chicago was awsome and it reminded me that there is a possibility that a couple other than Haakon & Kira or Alisha & Hutch have the potential to be a couple who's presence doesn't nauseate me. I was nervous when I met Natalie (the woman who would marry Jarod's friend Tim) until I saw her angrily try to remove the fake nails she had to get, argue with relatives that NO she would NOT be playing either the Chicken Dance or the Bunny Hop (Hokey Pokey, Macarena, etc.) and found that she was able to join in on a conversation involving the need for espionagic torture of fellow subway riders (hint: cattle prods).
Chris Elliot was out touring with his new book, which I'm sure will be a far cry from something assigned in the English department, but may prove to be interesting if I ever give it a chance. I suffered through Cabin Boy to see him (it reminds me slightly that if I could have handled this I could have walked through the huge blizzard in Boston last winter to see Pauly Shore if only he was worth $15 and half a mile in the storm). I met Mary Roach (author of Stiff: the Curious Lives of Cadavers and her new book Spook) and met Shawn Mullins (the guy who won a Grammy for Lullaby back in 98 or 99'). Momo is as fat as ever; Jarod's as skinny and I'm procrastinating as always when it comes to my writing.