I Miss It.

Life is nuts. No. Let me correct myself. Work is nuts. I am working 10 hour days (sometimes more) and barely have time to eat lunch or go to the bathroom.

The scary part is that I really enjoy what I do and like and respect my coworkers enough not to really be bothered by the fact that we are all so busy we can barely breathe. I was recently told by one of my co-workers that the girl who had my job before me would have gone off the deep end about now if she was still at this job. (She had apparently been known to burst into tears over the stress in the past.) Some days, it feels like we are trying to save lives or save the world instead of just trying to create and distribute art in a timely manner. Some days it feels like an emergency room and that someone will surely die if I don't get this CD of images shipped overnight to California for a 10:30 am delivery. People will surely die. That is the only sane reason for this urgency.

I know that this craziness is part of the cycle of things at this job and that hopefully, eventually, life will return to normal and I will again be able to run errands at lunch or grab a bite to eat with a friend.

In the meantime, I miss blogging. The fact is, when I get home, I am usually so tired and drained, that the last thing I want to do is sit in front of the computer. I miss telling you about the quirky things in my day. I miss telling you the crazy things that go on in my life. I miss telling you about my triumphs and my screw ups. So, dearest blog, please forgive me for neglecting you and don't take it personally. I will try to do better.

P.S. One of my co-workers slapped a fake bumper sticker (actually a magnet) on another co-worker's car. It said "I Love Crack Whores". He drove his car home and back to work the next day before discovering it. Sometimes, I think the more stressful work is, the crazier these people get. Note to self...check bumper of car before going to work tomorrow...