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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.
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