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Hello? Anyone there? Did you all get tired of coming here every day to see the same post, day after day? I would, too. So sorry about that. I've been working tail off. So many exciting stories to tell. The dogs, oy, the dogs. They are quite excitable. Sir Rockafella got his phenobarbitol dosage reduced and now he's all full of energy for 4 hours a day instead of 3 hours a day! And the projects. Oh, the projects. We have a new floor in the living room. And matching freshly stained trim. Then there's the kitchen, which is... dare I say it... done? Just one more touch of Liquid Nails and it will be ready for its close up. (Dog, I love Liquid Nails. It was invented for us, I know it.) But first we have to put all the tools back in the garage. And clean the crap off the table. Details. Remember when I promised you pictures, say, in July? Yeah, yeah, yeah. Something(s) came up.

Oh, but my exciting story was my (non)meeting with the mayor. I like to call him John. Everyone else calls him Mr. Mayor. We're close like that. I set up a photo shoot with him and some other VIPs last week. The photographer and I showed up early to set up. Rather, I showed early to stand around and watch her set up. I'm good at that. Then we waited. And waited. And a 12 noon people started showing up. (yes, 12 noon for anyone paying attention is the absolute worst time to take a picture... lighting you see.) VIP type people. Excitement filled the air. The photographer (a lovely lady who I could follow around for hours just soaking up her spirit) had me stand in to get the shot set up.

It was then that he came out of the front door of the City and County Building. Dressed in his typical mayor suit, with his typical mayor yellow tie. I stood there on my marker with my back to him, so I had to turn around while not losing the spot to look at him. He walked past me and went to talk to the VIP types waiting for the picture. The photographer came around and introduced herself. By this time his back was to me. Throngs of people surrounded his geeky-yet-hot self. I was cleared to leave my marker and everyone got into place for the photo. I was told to get out of the shot. I went to talk with His People to get the names of the VIP types. Then before I knew it... Pictures took. Hands shaked. People huddled. John walked away. And I said, to myself, "hi, I'm Stephanie, project manager and editor for [insert publication here]... Nice to meet you." But it was too late. My BF John was gone. I was alone with my inner demons chanting in unison on what a loser I am.

But, no, it's not a sad story AT. ALL. Because VIP people don't do their own scheduling. No. They have People to do it for them. And, I, I met those People. I know their names and phone numbers. And they know me. So fa la la inner demons. Eat some turkey and shut the hell up. I know People who know People.

Now in a week, maybe two, a very special insert will come out in The Business Publication in Denver. And I will have designed it. For a large national company that several of you may have even heard of. Then in January, in the The Construction Publication in Colorado, a special section will come out with my name as the Contributing Editor. See? This is where I've been. Isn't it all worth it now?

I gotta run. Important things to do. Important People to call. And another important project awaits: Thanksgiving dinner. No body project manages Thanksgiving like I do. No-bod-y.

Blinkity Blink

Just finished reading Blink, by Malcolm Gladwell. (because I have so much free time on my hands between midnight and 2 am) Gotta say, interesting, but no Tipping Point. But it does explain a lot about that tiny voice in my brain. You know the one. The one that screams "run away! run away!" when you meet up with less than perfect clients. Oddly enough, I'm now reading, Attracting Perfect Customers, by someone (Google it or B&N it). It's a great follow up to Blink. Anyone that has their own business, I highly recommend it. I'm on step 1 of a 6 step program to spark synchronicity with perfect clients. Or something like that. Could be 12 steps. I'll let you know how that goes.

Still deep in a vat of deadlines. I shed one yesterday with a visit from the printer. Yes, he comes to my home office. What a guy. Three more projects to do this week. Holy crap, it's Wednesday! All week I've been thinking it's Thursday. I have that rushed, gotta go feeling. I got to leave the house today to go scouting for a location for a photo shoot. I feel so refreshed. Two hours out of the house... a girl could get spoiled by this.

I made a decision to return all but this Perfect Customers book to the library, unread. That's right. Unread. I can check them out later. Never mind that they were on inter-library loan. I can ask again when I'm ready. Wonder Woman can check her ass at the door. I've got too many other todos to do as it is.

Just keep swimming. That's all I can do.

ass permanently affixed to chair, and other tales from the home office

Working my fingers to the bone here. I've got three deadlines this week. A dog with an ear infection and a dislike for ear drops. A newly finished living room floor. Homecoming at DU. Photo shoots with VIPeople. (You heard that right.) Stalking the mayors office to set up said photo shoot. Beagles in need of weigh loss. Beagle parents in need of a drink. Five library books to read and return before Tuesday. One disgusting house screaming for a hose-down. One shower in three days. Two trips outside the house in six. Permanent view: computer screen. Ass evolving to fit desk chair. Why do we even own a TV?

Regale me with stories of your slackerness. I want to live vicariously through you all.