wasn't exactly The
Project From Hell
last week. Nothing could top The Project From Hell in terms of time,
effort, frustration and paper cuttage. But it came damn close.
don't know who Tessie
Carlyle is," I said to JoAnne on Friday afternoon, "but she'd better
hope I never run into her in a dark alley somewhere."
("I think there
are probably a lot
of people in this office who feel the same way," JoAnne grimly
the past couple of months, the entire Dirt Company has lived and
breathed the bazillion-dollar Tessie Carlyle School Project. Last week
was the culmination of all of that sweat and effort, as the report was
finalized, reproduced and sent off to the client. I spent the first
half of the week standing in front of the copier, cranking out
seventeen copies of the 43,897,621-page report and all of its
accompanying documentation. I spent the second half of the week parked
in front of a work table ... collating, proofreading, hole-punching,
sorting, labelling and stuffing the whole mess into seventeen four-inch
binders. I spent most of Friday afternoon packing it up for shipment.
(Total weight of report when I was done: sixty pounds.)
spent all weekend
laying diagonally across the bed, in my Happy Pants, eating Pepperidge
Farm straight out of the bag.
too soon to tell
whether this week is going to be another Project From Hell Week. I hope
that it isn't, because too many other things fall by the wayside when
that happens: sleep, laundry, e-mail, exfoliation, grocery-shopping,
second-rate summer replacement reality TV, David-and-Terri Time ...
and, as you may or may not have noticed these past few days, writing
*FootNotes.* I don't mind throwing 100% of my time, energy
and attention into my job occasionally: that's why they pay me
the big bucks. It's why I signed on to the job in the first place. (And
it makes me look like a regular M-Fudking-VP in front of Ted Dirby,
which can't hurt next year when Job Performance Review time rolls
around.) I just think it would be nice if all of this time and energy
and attention were going towards something I actually give
four-ninths of a crap about, once in a while.
if everything else
in my life didn't have to be backburnered in the meantime.
to throw a rock?