The story of my week

Gather ’round, children. Let me tell you a story. It’s a story full of twists and turns, some unexpected things, frustration, anger, joy, and blisters. And pie. Because there should always be pie.

Let’s start with Monday. I really don’t remember Monday. I worked. I dreaded a meeting, dealt with redesign issues, got mad at a few people I work with. I made contract after contract for writers for an issue of the magazine. I ran 2 miles (OK, I walked a bit) on the inside track at the YMCA because it was too cold out (40!). That’s all I remember. Weird.

Tuesday: I went to work. Dreaded a meeting some more. Had said meeting and missed watching Ben Stein’s documentary “Expelled” because of it. Meeting went OK, left feeling like something was going to get accomplished with the design of the redesigned mag and felt pretty good. Went to the grocery store, made lemonade, cut my thumb. Went to Bible study, talked, ate cake and ice cream for Julianne’s birthday, watched “American Idol” on Tivo. Wondered why the volume was so freakin’ loud. Made fun of Syesha’s dress and petted Aspen the dog. Left around 10 p.m. A girl in the Bible study with me then backed straight into my car and totally freaked out. I can only see scratches; it’s too dark and I’m now tired. I go home and go to bed.

Wednesday: Work as usual. Contracts are ready and printed. Sign all 20-something of them while in another meeting for another product. Skip the spring revival chapel service we’re all supposed to be at. Get a phone call from a coworker about the redesign that infuriates me. Decide I don’t have time to quench that fire right now. Go to lunch. Inform whole table, including my boss, that I’m not sure I even want the job I have. Get manager to look at my damaged car. Have confrontational phone call with girl who hit my car about getting it fixed. Set up appointment to see adjuster/get rental car. Run 1.75 miles on outside track at YMCA. Go home, eat, get ready for choir. Go to choir, sing, talk with Mindy and Rachel, watch Ghost Hunters, celebrate Kristy Lee’s ouster from AI, sleep. End day three.

Thursday: Finish editorial corrections on 9/08 ec. Try to start work on October issue, the first of the redesign. Run into problems because the designers won’t get their butts in gear and get something—ANYTHING—done. Talk frankly with project leader/EIC about my frustration and the need to light a fire under somebody. Have recosting meeting to get new paper of magazine, new trim size, cut poster, make Mandy happier. listen to Cardinals game on XM. Finally get some headway on thumbnail and design things I need to actually edit the October issue. Start working. Cardinals lose. Go to Concord Park in Brentwood and run the walking/running path. 2 miles. Walk about another mile. Hobble to car because of blister (I am mad at my high arches, inadequate shoes, and myself. Let’s not talk about it.) Fix supper. Make a cherry pie. Eat. Play on computer. Watch The Office. Shower. Watch a little er. Talk to my brother. Go to bed.

Friday: I’m at work. I’m eating pie for breakfast. I’m taking my car in to get fixed in an hour. My brother and Amber have their first ultrasound at 8:30 a.m. The work week is almost over; there’s light at the end of the tunnel. And there’s movies and food with friends tonight. My blister still hurts, though.