Thursday, July 30, 2015
Powerless, But Not Helpless — My Hot Zen Musings
Several months ago, a client booked me for the latter part of this week. He had a 200-page proposal, "kind of a monster," he said, and he would let me know more details as he knew them.
I checked in a week ago to see if we were still on schedule. He said, Oh yeah; we plan to give it to you Thursday because we'd like to upload it on Friday.
Two hundred pages in 24 hours??????
He said, "Oh. Perhaps I wasn't clear. When I said 'Thursday' I meant 'Wednesday,' and when I said '200,' I meant '80.' Is that more do-able?"
Well — yes. And it's also a lot less work and a lot less money. Whatever.
So Wednesday came . . . and passed . . . in a blaze of heat and humidity. They did manage to send me about 30 pages toward the end of the day.
And now it's Thursday, at 2:47 p.m., and they have sent me, precisely:
I am way less available tomorrow. My kids finish their summer "camps," and I am going to see Li'l Martini perform in a skit his group wrote, then we'd planned to take everyone out for an early dinner. Instead, I predict I'll be glued to my computer, frantically editing the last 50 pages, which will come at the very last minute and which I really need to do because I really really need the money.
(I won't miss Martini's show but I might have to skip the family dinner.)
I HATE PEOPLE.
This entire week has comprised some version of me sitting by my phone/computer, sadly hitting "Refresh? Refresh?" I am the living personification of these wise words:
It is too hot to be this pathetic.
I did in fact sit at my computer most of the morning, hoping, hoping, but also reformatting a Sunday school curriculum for Kind Tina — it's not paying work, but it needs to be done and I'm finding it satisfying — but I have left the computer now; I'm in front of a fan drinking icy diet soda and reading Finding Audrey by Sophie Kinsella, which is marvelous. I check in every half hour, that's it.
Inwardly I'm still screaming ARRGGGHHHH!!! but outwardly I'm very Zen. You'd never know what I'm really thinking.
Nothing yet. Back to my book.