I’m having one of those days where it seems that everyone is tugging at my skirt.
It’s a work thing. Damon has been holding his own just fine. But I would bet I got about 200 emails today, and a multitude of calls. It all went something like this, “Can you… write an ad sales proposal/do a specials editorial calendar for 2008/approve this set of new designs/meet with us to discuss a content partnership/come up with a promotion plan for our new application/choose xyz items for the recipe contest/re-syndicate all your partner content in this new tool/write copy for the big in-book website promotion? Oh, and I’m hoping you can do it today. Sorry for the rush, but it’s really important.”
For those of you still awake after that last sentence I will readily admit that I accomplished very little of the above, instead leaving disappointment in my wake. I refuse to panic just because someone else failed to prepare and is now panicking. Unless it’s my boss. She’s allowed to make me panic. Bless her, she rarely does.
jaysaint 
Posted by cinnabari on August 10, 2007 at 1:35 am
I figure a good boss got to be where she is because she budgets her time well. Also, she’s worth her weight in gold. (And hopefully knows very well that you are, too).
Posted by cinnabari on August 10, 2007 at 1:35 am
I figure a good boss got to be where she is because she budgets her time well. Also, she’s worth her weight in gold. (And hopefully knows very well that you are, too).
Posted by cinnabari on August 10, 2007 at 1:35 am
I figure a good boss got to be where she is because she budgets her time well. Also, she’s worth her weight in gold. (And hopefully knows very well that you are, too).
Posted by steakums on August 10, 2007 at 11:48 am
Soon, “tugging on my skirt” will have a whole new meaning for you.
“Mommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!!!!”