Is the week over yet?
I've been a complete mess this week. The week I decide to take an hour out of my day to bike bike bike, I end up with 10 million things to do. Which means that even though when I get home, all I want to do is limp to my shower and then crawl into bed, I'm struggling through piles of papers and a legal note that's going to get ripped to shreds by my editor later today. I don't even have the time to rock back and forth in a fetal position and weep about my week.
And I was hoping to get published...but with a note about the problems of current European Community laws protecting cheese, that's not likely. And I have a "cite and substance" session today; this is a mind-numbingly boring process in which I get to sit down with a third year editor on my journal and go through my note, line for line. Every sentence is footnoted, and every footnote gets checked to make sure 1) it actually supports the sentence that I wrote, and 2) it's in perfect Bluebook form.
That also means I have to "prepare" by finding every single cited source, tabbing and numbering the page with the footnote number, and then resisting the temptation to stab my eyes out with a fork. I learned that long sentences slightly ease the pain of this process. I only had 172 footnotes.
Whatever my editor and I don't finish in three hours tonight is scheduled for Sunday evening or Monday. I'm so tempted, already, to take the short way home. I'm so tempted to just drop off the face of the earth. I'm so tempted to just give up.
Still, I'll probably take the long way home. I'm just hoping that between the ride, shower, the work for the weekend, hat making, and bed, that I can squeeze in some time to weep. And maybe, if I'm lucky, I'll be able to find [and put on] my
smile game face while I'm at it.
And if it wasn't obvious already, applications for domestique/cheerleader/wife positions are now being accepted.