March 26th: If I needed any more proof about low-key work...
So I missed making an entry again yesterday, but boy, did I have a reason. Imagine me lying awake for a long time when I went to bed, my body kind of shaking from stress. I was thinking, "Well, this sure shows why it would be a bad idea for me to go back to office work."
Not that I was in an office, but I had a big deadline to meet, and the final thing I needed to do took waaaay longer than it was supposed to. When I do my book edit projects for this company, I have to write up a letter to the author to send along with the edited book. There's a reason I usually set aside an entire day to write the letter; it can easily take the entire day to do.
I actually thought it would take less time in this case. I didn't have as many notes about what I wanted to put in the letter. This was a novel, so I didn't have as much stuff about how to structure a non-fiction book, how to format footnotes, or that sort of stuff. However, on my second read-through of the novel yesterday, even though I only had about 40 pages to go, I stopped at 4:00 or so, thinking, "I'll just do the letter now for a couple of hours, and then finish the read-through."
Yeah, right. I finally finished the letter six hours later! I missed supper altogether too. The dang thing just went on, and on, and on, and by bed-time I was so stressed that I was all shaky. As I laid there, I remembered just why I used to get physically ill when I worked in a pressured office situation with lots of deadlines. I clearly can never go back, because that kind of stress obviously still makes me sick. Literally.
I also felt oogy when I got up, and took a long time to become a thinking being again. But! I finished the read-through this afternoon -- had to add yet another two paragraphs to the letter -- and bundled up the files and sent them in. Yay! One third of my expenses for July, done!
Gotta pace myself for the rest of the week, though.
Not that I was in an office, but I had a big deadline to meet, and the final thing I needed to do took waaaay longer than it was supposed to. When I do my book edit projects for this company, I have to write up a letter to the author to send along with the edited book. There's a reason I usually set aside an entire day to write the letter; it can easily take the entire day to do.
I actually thought it would take less time in this case. I didn't have as many notes about what I wanted to put in the letter. This was a novel, so I didn't have as much stuff about how to structure a non-fiction book, how to format footnotes, or that sort of stuff. However, on my second read-through of the novel yesterday, even though I only had about 40 pages to go, I stopped at 4:00 or so, thinking, "I'll just do the letter now for a couple of hours, and then finish the read-through."
Yeah, right. I finally finished the letter six hours later! I missed supper altogether too. The dang thing just went on, and on, and on, and by bed-time I was so stressed that I was all shaky. As I laid there, I remembered just why I used to get physically ill when I worked in a pressured office situation with lots of deadlines. I clearly can never go back, because that kind of stress obviously still makes me sick. Literally.
I also felt oogy when I got up, and took a long time to become a thinking being again. But! I finished the read-through this afternoon -- had to add yet another two paragraphs to the letter -- and bundled up the files and sent them in. Yay! One third of my expenses for July, done!
Gotta pace myself for the rest of the week, though.