I had a set of corrections to go to my (offsite) typesetter last night. I went through the test-solver’s set of proofs, went through my set of proofs, marked all corrections, sorted out pages with corrections from those without corrections, reran the two pages that needed to be rerun, emailed those files to the typesetter, faxed him something he needed to see on one of the rerun pages …
…and left the folder with the corrections in it on my desk, instead of putting it into an envelope to send it overnight UPS.
He emailed me at 11, right after I arrived from this morning’s root canal, saying that UPS wasn’t there yet – it’s often late, since he works from home. He emailed me at 12:30 suggesting I track the package – at which point I looked for the copy of the packing slip, realized there wasn’t a packing slip, and realized that was because I didn’t send the freakin’ package.
This has got to go to the printer tomorrow (it’s already two weeks late), so I have to type up an explanation for all the friggin’ corrections in this friggin’ book.
Did I mention my day started with a root canal?
I’ve been working with this guy for 13 years (unbelievable), and there have been problems with deliveries getting lost, etc., we’re very creative on getting stuff done – but I have never* just freaking forgotten to mail the package.
I really am totally losing it.
Y’all will come visit me in the home and empty my drool cup for me occasionally, right?
Okay, so I’m typing this shit up – and identifying stuff by RH col and LH col (right-hand column, left-hand column) – and I suddenly realize that, yanno, the LH col is the first column – the one, like, on the left.
Sure, it all sounds so simple when you break it down like that – but for some reason I’d been calling the left-hand column the RH col and the right-hand column the LH col.
Mmm, thin mints – frozen, I’m guessing? I could have some cookies – or we could move our dinner at the Cuban place up to tonight…
Oh…that yeah…I was talking to a friend yesterday about a couple couples having dinner tomorrow night, and he, being the typically indecisive type, could not make a decision between yet another trip to the Grill at the golf club, or the mexican place that always gives me the wind, when I said - ok, that Cuban place across from the Barnes & Noble? (Or Borders, I always forget which one of those it is there, but he knew, that’s what mattered)
So, I’m getting my Cuban fix tomorrow, but I’ll keep you there in spirit.
I was there a few months ago. Finished proofing a batch, got it all set up to ship (cover letter etc.), dug out a UPS letter and airbill pouch for it, e-mailed the client that I was shipping it today as promised, switched over to do “just one other little thing,” then went to the gym.
And came back to find the damn thing sitting there on my desk. Too late to do a damn thing about it.
The other day I was reading a book and my eyes scanned over the word “blood.” For some inexplicable reason, my brain pronounced it “blued.” And I sat there for a minute, thinking, “‘Blued? blued?’ What the hell is that?”
::sigh::
A mind is a terrible thing to waste. I blame the kids.
