One negative of my new job is my manager’s compulsion to rewrite copy that is presented to him for approval. On the current project, I based Draft 1 on the project scope document, and Draft 2 on his detailed outline. He wrote Draft 3 himself, keeping about 25% of my work and straying far afield from his own outline. He sent it back to me with vague instructions to “compare the messages” between the two…
People! Please! I know it’s a beautiful warm day, but for dignity’s sake, PUT SOME CLOTHES ON over your bathing-suited bottom before you go shopping. Geez. And one more fashion tip, sweetie — trade in those dirty, unlaced work boots for a sassy pair of flip flops that match the suit, ya think?
I’ve finally gathered my thoughts enough to post, following a busy busy ConQuesT and the busy busy post-holiday work zoo. For those of you who were at ConQuesT — it was good to see you! For those of you who weren’t — you missed a friendly, laid-back literary con. Things seemed to go smoothly. Sold a lot of art. Saw a lot of friends. Enjoyed a few good parties. Signed a few books. Had a…
Counting down to ConQuesT…. my art is smaller, but my display space is bigger this year…. scurry scurry scurry…. Update, 11:45 a.m.: Let it be known henceforth that I will not, repeat not, be on the ConQuesT committee next year AND be a participating guest. I meant to take this year off from committee work, and somehow found myself volunteering. I need a year off. This time, I mean it. I hereby request, with ya’ll…
Why does it sound like English, but make ABSOLUTELY NO FREAKIN’ SENSE?
