Day 1592
Yesterday (today still for me since I am still up!) was not really a good day. I did take a nap and things got better after it.
Why bad? I discovered that my proof reading skills are somewhat lacking and I have to proof The Flying Yorkshireman again. And fix it. And then I was looking at having to re-print, re-scan, re-edit, add page numbers again and reprint it onto good paper all over again. Arrgh!
Also? School shopping with Emily- she bought shoes that I think are hideous and that I also think she will be ridiculed for. And I had to have new pants for work. Believe me, clothes shipping is no fun for me. I try something on, look in the mirror and burst into tears.
So. Bad day.
How did it get better? After I woke up, 80s called and I asked him to find me a program that would let me print a book signature straight from the program... and he did and brought me a six pack of mojitos when he came out to pick his tomatoes. So now all I have to do is go in and make the corrections I need to do and just print.
That man confuses me. Most of the time when I am having a bad day, we fight. But every so often, when I'm having a bad day, he does his best to make it better... and usually succeeds. In any event, he just saved me about 100 hours of work... and he brought mojitos too.
Why bad? I discovered that my proof reading skills are somewhat lacking and I have to proof The Flying Yorkshireman again. And fix it. And then I was looking at having to re-print, re-scan, re-edit, add page numbers again and reprint it onto good paper all over again. Arrgh!
Also? School shopping with Emily- she bought shoes that I think are hideous and that I also think she will be ridiculed for. And I had to have new pants for work. Believe me, clothes shipping is no fun for me. I try something on, look in the mirror and burst into tears.
So. Bad day.
How did it get better? After I woke up, 80s called and I asked him to find me a program that would let me print a book signature straight from the program... and he did and brought me a six pack of mojitos when he came out to pick his tomatoes. So now all I have to do is go in and make the corrections I need to do and just print.
That man confuses me. Most of the time when I am having a bad day, we fight. But every so often, when I'm having a bad day, he does his best to make it better... and usually succeeds. In any event, he just saved me about 100 hours of work... and he brought mojitos too.