Generally, I don’t care what day of the week it is. There is a routine I observe regardless. I guess that comes from many years working in retail and having the concept of weekend totally destroyed. But, if I hate any day of the week it’s probably Wednesday, aka, humpday.
While most people hate Mondays, I’m generally okay with those. Sometimes I have them off even when it doesn’t involve a holiday. Wednesday, however, used to be my weekly in store staff meeting. This was when my boss delivered all the notes that his boss gave him on their weekly Tuesday meetings. And, as the rule of shit flowing downhill, it meant having to scramble to get things done before the weekend, and a lot of stuff done before the new weekly ad broke on Thursday. Even though I’m out of that situation now, the dread feeling about Wednesday remains.
I’ve never liked meetings, especially the ones that turn into non-productive bitch sessions. Also, I’m not fond of the ones that should probably take 45 minutes but extend well past three or four hours – and then you have all these bullet points and action items to communicate to subordinates and get them to implement things before the end of the day. Meetings, conference calls etc are necessary I guess, but often they are used in the CYA (cover your ass) mode of thinking, as in, “As I told you last week at our meeting…”
Today I have a couple of things I have to. I was originally scheduled to work today, to do some training at work. But I’m driving my son over to the airport, so I had to reschedule a bit. My son have a conference in Indianapolis. As he is aware he’ll be freezing his Floridian ass off, he is out shopping for a winter coat. The good news is that those who’ll be on clearance by now here in the Sunshine State.
I’m a bit apprehensive about the drive to the airport. I have a license and lots of driving experience – like since almost before I could walk – but for the past five or so years I haven’t been driving all that often. I ride a bike everywhere. And my son’s car is new to him (not new to the world but it amounts to the same thing, right?) And it’s a Porche. Anything one needs to have a crash course on how to start it is going to be intimidating. Plus it has twice the horsepower of the last vehicle I drove regularly. So I’ll be driving this thing like a paranoid grandma from Pasadena.
When I get back to the house I’ll be diving into The Wolfcat Chronicles Book 10 Chapter 4. I did nothing with the book yesterday or Monday evening. I was working on some promotional stuff for one of the authors I represent as a publicist. And yesterday afternoon and evening I was at my other job. So, I’m kind of eager to get back into the book. I’m hopeful about getting to Chapter 10 or 11 before the weekend, which roughly a third of the way through the book. Realize, of course, that somewhere around Chapter 20 everything will come to a screeching halt as I will be rewriting everything – and at time writing entirely new material. I have an outline and some other ideas I’m playing with for that, but I expect I’ll be into that just prior to the end of the month.
A good portion of March I’ll spend reviewing Book 10 before finally submitting it, the concluding piece of The Wolfcat Chronicles. By then I expect to be knee deep in substantive edits for the series.
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