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A THOUSAND-POUND WEIGHT has just been lifted off my shoulders.
To recap: supervisor out Thursday and Friday, and me assigned the weighty task of getting the proofs for the fall magazine fixed up and sent out whenever they should come in. The proofs, as far as I could tell, did not come, and I spent the last few hours of Friday and most of the rest of the weekend in a stew of terror set at a low simmer - was I an idiot? Not looking in the right places? I checked the mailroom, like, four times on Friday; maybe I should have actually found the woman who sends the mail up, and asked her? DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD: I was freaked out enough that I actually dreamed last night about getting to work and being forgiven because none of it had been my fault. And then I wake up, and it is like doom outside - lots of wind, heavy clouds, and, even more ominously, it starts pouring the minute I get in my car.
And then I make it in this morning, and my supervisor's back, checking the single message on her phone - which was left on Friday afternoon, by the guy at the printing company, saying he had just Fedexed them to us, and they should be there by today. \o/! Victory is mine, and I am so totally drinking from the keg of glory.
Saturday, my mind was temporarily taken off my troubles by a trip back up to Burlington to see Br and AT; we did not make cloaks, which had apparently been the original plan for the afternoon, but we did get food and watch the OotP movie. It was great fun to watch it with Br - she hasn't read the books, so her grasp of the course of events in the Harry Potter universe is a little shaky. Also, she had totally forgotten about Sirius.
And Sunday, of course, there was ( Sherlock. ) I do want to hang on and see the next series, if only to find out what happens next.
To recap: supervisor out Thursday and Friday, and me assigned the weighty task of getting the proofs for the fall magazine fixed up and sent out whenever they should come in. The proofs, as far as I could tell, did not come, and I spent the last few hours of Friday and most of the rest of the weekend in a stew of terror set at a low simmer - was I an idiot? Not looking in the right places? I checked the mailroom, like, four times on Friday; maybe I should have actually found the woman who sends the mail up, and asked her? DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD: I was freaked out enough that I actually dreamed last night about getting to work and being forgiven because none of it had been my fault. And then I wake up, and it is like doom outside - lots of wind, heavy clouds, and, even more ominously, it starts pouring the minute I get in my car.
And then I make it in this morning, and my supervisor's back, checking the single message on her phone - which was left on Friday afternoon, by the guy at the printing company, saying he had just Fedexed them to us, and they should be there by today. \o/! Victory is mine, and I am so totally drinking from the keg of glory.
Saturday, my mind was temporarily taken off my troubles by a trip back up to Burlington to see Br and AT; we did not make cloaks, which had apparently been the original plan for the afternoon, but we did get food and watch the OotP movie. It was great fun to watch it with Br - she hasn't read the books, so her grasp of the course of events in the Harry Potter universe is a little shaky. Also, she had totally forgotten about Sirius.
And Sunday, of course, there was ( Sherlock. ) I do want to hang on and see the next series, if only to find out what happens next.
