Clearly, this was not my day
Aug. 3rd, 2004 12:42 amFirst, I was drinking a Coke on my way in to work today, and I put it down into the cupholder, and it spontaneously errupted all over the place, no reason, just all over my pants and the cupholder and the floor of the car. (Must shampoo the floor now, ugh.) Obviously, this was a bad sign.
The rest of the day actually wasn't all that bad, until the very end. I discovered that one story had been placed on the pasteboard instead of on the actual page, so I had to scramble and fit that in and resend. Then, I found another story hiding on the pasteboard instead of on the page, this one on the other side, and that one was a lot harder to squeeze in. And oh yeah, this was all after deadline.
And then, I get a call from plate after midnight (waaaay past deadline now), saying that they seem to have yesterday's comics page, not todays. Now, I had to find today's (which, thankfully, was actually done -- someone just had their head up their ass sending it) and send it (more press delays there), all the while wondering why they didn't catch that until then when they had that page literally all day.
Bleh. So glad it's the weekend now.
The rest of the day actually wasn't all that bad, until the very end. I discovered that one story had been placed on the pasteboard instead of on the actual page, so I had to scramble and fit that in and resend. Then, I found another story hiding on the pasteboard instead of on the page, this one on the other side, and that one was a lot harder to squeeze in. And oh yeah, this was all after deadline.
And then, I get a call from plate after midnight (waaaay past deadline now), saying that they seem to have yesterday's comics page, not todays. Now, I had to find today's (which, thankfully, was actually done -- someone just had their head up their ass sending it) and send it (more press delays there), all the while wondering why they didn't catch that until then when they had that page literally all day.
Bleh. So glad it's the weekend now.