Putting a toe back in the water
I know, I know...all of you adoring fans miss me desperately. I've let many of you down. I'll try to do better, but I just haven't been feeling it. I've had moments of good intentions:
"How awesome is it that this woman at the gym is wearing a Donna Martin Graduates! shirt? I should blog about that!"
"I should totally solicit my friends' six-word memoirs through my blog!"
"How much do I hate Rachel Bilson's new bangs?! I should blog about them."
The last two days, it's been, "Does EVERYONE have the Matt Damon song running through their head all day long? Is it especially persistent during staff meetings, or is that just me?"
Today, though, I had to get back on the wagon if only for this conversation, with a very important person for work, who I really, really needed to help me out:
VIP: "Well, we thought this was fairly simple, but the Be Free call last week really through a monkey wrench in our plans."
Me: "Oh, right, uh-huh." [frantically searching my brain for what the hell Be Free might be]
VIP: "So, yeah, now we've pretty much had to change focus entirely, and scramble to pull everything together by Tuesday."
Me: "Uh, yeah, I see that you're in a tough position, too. Give me 15 minutes and I'll have a solution for you."
I normally will ask the clarifying question, but my mind was spinning with a hundred other things, and I needed this person (with whom I've had no contact before today, ever) to trust that I know my stuff. and I simply could not bring myself to ask her.
So we hung up, and I went scurrying to my neighbor's office, and we talked for like five minutes before she finally said, "Wait, the beef recall? Is that what she's talking about?!"
And of course, that was it. Duh.
In other news, my 1001 days are up; check out how abysmally I ultimately did with my list. Maybe my next one will include "blog every day, or at least every week." We'll see.
"How awesome is it that this woman at the gym is wearing a Donna Martin Graduates! shirt? I should blog about that!"
"I should totally solicit my friends' six-word memoirs through my blog!"
"How much do I hate Rachel Bilson's new bangs?! I should blog about them."
The last two days, it's been, "Does EVERYONE have the Matt Damon song running through their head all day long? Is it especially persistent during staff meetings, or is that just me?"
Today, though, I had to get back on the wagon if only for this conversation, with a very important person for work, who I really, really needed to help me out:
VIP: "Well, we thought this was fairly simple, but the Be Free call last week really through a monkey wrench in our plans."
Me: "Oh, right, uh-huh." [frantically searching my brain for what the hell Be Free might be]
VIP: "So, yeah, now we've pretty much had to change focus entirely, and scramble to pull everything together by Tuesday."
Me: "Uh, yeah, I see that you're in a tough position, too. Give me 15 minutes and I'll have a solution for you."
I normally will ask the clarifying question, but my mind was spinning with a hundred other things, and I needed this person (with whom I've had no contact before today, ever) to trust that I know my stuff. and I simply could not bring myself to ask her.
So we hung up, and I went scurrying to my neighbor's office, and we talked for like five minutes before she finally said, "Wait, the beef recall? Is that what she's talking about?!"
And of course, that was it. Duh.
In other news, my 1001 days are up; check out how abysmally I ultimately did with my list. Maybe my next one will include "blog every day, or at least every week." We'll see.
