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Feb. 21st, 2007 06:01 pmMy feet hurt. A lot. I think it's the boots I was wearing today and yesterday.
Today and yesterday have been spent sorting out the Mongolian clusterfuck that is this month's SOP packets. Just when I thought I had put the fear of several gods into the copiers about making mistakes with my stuff, they came up with a completely new mistake. They returned everything on Friday (while I was out) with all pages present, but all on hole-punched paper, which I did not ask for and in fact have never asked for. It all had to be recopied, which is why the packets didn't get distributed yesterday. They got distributed today; I took 6 (because my feet hurt and I didn't want to go wander through BWH and Children's and get lost), and K took 17, and I sent the other 12 (MGH and Cambridge deliveries) off with the courier service.
Of course, this morning before the packets got distributed, we discovered printing errors in two of them, so we had to do the unstaple-replace page-restaple dance. And get the agenda finalized and copied. It was a "pecked to death by ducks" morning.
Oh well. I survived. Now I have to figure out what I'm going to do about dinner, and how to make my feet stop hurting. And maybe figure out why one of the characters in my current writing project has suddenly quit talking to the other characters and insists on talking to me directly. Last night I wrote three pages of narrative that should be dialogue. (It'll be a lot more than three pages if it's dialogue, too.)
I don't understand how my downstairs neighbor hasn't gone deaf. If he's home and awake, he's playing music so loud it makes my desk rattle. 7:05 this morning is too bloody early for that.
Today and yesterday have been spent sorting out the Mongolian clusterfuck that is this month's SOP packets. Just when I thought I had put the fear of several gods into the copiers about making mistakes with my stuff, they came up with a completely new mistake. They returned everything on Friday (while I was out) with all pages present, but all on hole-punched paper, which I did not ask for and in fact have never asked for. It all had to be recopied, which is why the packets didn't get distributed yesterday. They got distributed today; I took 6 (because my feet hurt and I didn't want to go wander through BWH and Children's and get lost), and K took 17, and I sent the other 12 (MGH and Cambridge deliveries) off with the courier service.
Of course, this morning before the packets got distributed, we discovered printing errors in two of them, so we had to do the unstaple-replace page-restaple dance. And get the agenda finalized and copied. It was a "pecked to death by ducks" morning.
Oh well. I survived. Now I have to figure out what I'm going to do about dinner, and how to make my feet stop hurting. And maybe figure out why one of the characters in my current writing project has suddenly quit talking to the other characters and insists on talking to me directly. Last night I wrote three pages of narrative that should be dialogue. (It'll be a lot more than three pages if it's dialogue, too.)
I don't understand how my downstairs neighbor hasn't gone deaf. If he's home and awake, he's playing music so loud it makes my desk rattle. 7:05 this morning is too bloody early for that.
