www.inkthinkerblog.com — 7:30 a.m. — Husband’s alarm goes off, kitties realize that I’m still in bed and swarm me, purring loudly, while I attempt valiantly to continue sleeping.
8:15 a.m. — Admit defeat on the sleep thing and am coerced to make a ham sandwich for hubby. (I don’t mind making his lunch, but touching ham at 8:15 a.m. is disgusting. Note to self: Buy roast beef next time.)
8:40 a.m. — Dressed (but casually), I settle in my armchair with my laptop. Isabel (the small cat) settles across my wrists. (Note to self: Acquire more ergonomic pets.) Tackle e-mail and dive into final phase of major book project due today.
8:45 a.m. — Am struck by sudden nostalgia for first thing in the morning at the office, call coworker and chat about our weekends for 10 minutes. Motivation returns, hard work begins.
10:30 a.m. — Break for leisurely breakfast of Cheerios and a banana (finally, real breakfast on a weekday morning!), while clipping coupons (which I actually enjoy).
11:15 a.m. — Phone call from my mother: “Am I interrupting you at work? Good.”
12:00 p.m. — Phone call from potential client in Richmond looking for short-term on-site help.
12:10 p.m. — Phone call to friend at the office to tell her about it.
1:51 p.m. — The service person who was supposed to arrive at 1 to adjust my water filter has not arrived. Call and speak with someone who doesn’t care and I’m pretty sure doesn’t write down my phone number. No one calls me back.
2:51 p.m. — Still no one. Call again and am told that the general manager is “15 minutes out” and will get back to me ASAP.
3:51 p.m. — Still no one. Call again and pitch a small fit. The girl who answers the phone mumbles something about a conference call. Does Mrs. King want to leave a message. “Yes, the same message I already left twice, except this time please tell him that Mrs. King is getting irate and would really appreciate a return phone call as soon as possible since she’s already wasted three hours waiting for his person to show up without so much as a phone call or an apology from any of the three people I’ve spoken with today.” (Evidently freelancing makes me feisty.)
4:00 p.m. — Finish the book project and e-mail the files. Moments later, get an e-mail from the client asking me the status of the manuscript. After brief phone call, discover that the e-mails are bouncing back because the files are too big. Burn them onto 3 CDs (they were HUGE!) and head to FedEx. (Note to self: Look into FTP site possibilities–how to get one and how much it will cost.)
4:30 p.m. — Notice that Starbucks is conveniently located right next to FedEx. Take advantage of the situation and settle in the sunshine with a blackberry green tea blended latte (how fancy!) and a Janet Evanovich book for half an hour. Pet a puppy that looks like the littler dog from Where the Red Fern Grows.
5:00 p.m. — I e-mail some notes to the book client before going back through my inbox again and hitting the writing forum for a few minutes. Make lunch dates with two local freelancers whom I’ve met before, and do a little happy dance in celebration of the fact that not commuting means that I can have a life again.
Around 6 p.m. — Start making dinner. Realize I should have started before I was hungry. Eat two cookies. Forget to make rice until the salmon is ready. Get caught up in a special on the National Geographic Channel and forget to take rice off the stove. Save it before it burns. (Note to self: Learn to cook.)
Time to move on to a short story for a friend of mine and then call it a night! I think a glass of wine is in order–time to celebrate!
Yours ’til the ink wells,
Kristen
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