Some of you may be familiar with my disappearances from the blogosphere once a quarter. Ok, let’s face it, recent disappearances have been far more frequent than once a quarter. But in the past, when I was actually posting one or more times a day, the one to two week absences were more disturbing and unusual. Usually such hiatuses (hiati?) were due the periods of intense work stress I came under due to quarterly reporting to our governing trustees. There is a big meeting that I did much of the logistics work for, plus the proofing and assembly of 350-400 page meeting material books. While I would not consider quarterly reports the pinnacle of my literary achievement (more on that later. and by later, I mean in a different post, possibly on some other day), I am generally proud of the work I do on them. I am a good editor, and this is one of the few times I get to use a skill of my own that I enjoy for something that I know is important to the functioning of the office.
And now, that important feeling for me is coming to a close. For those of you who don’t know, I’ll be moving to Portland to start law school this fall. No longer will I be a lowly Administrative Assistant at the ‘Glove, but will instead be a legal jargonese pirate somewhere to the far West. This is my last period of headless chicken running around at the office, and it’s made me somewhat nostalgic and a little sad. True, this being the last book has also considerably relieved my usual stress. If I really mess up on the book itself, or the scheduling, or accidentally come to work naked by mistake, I never have to see any of the Board members ever again. I’m free from some of the stress of making my edits ‘perfect’, because in another little while, people will forget I ever even worked on these things. I sit here, a few hours early, with everything complete and in order, and I’m not even tempted to take a final look-through for mistakes.
Three hours later….
Ok, ok, I’m a perfectionist. I couldn’t help but look. And there were errors. But now, finally, and at last, I’ve turned in the final version to the printer and I will never do another Board Book in my life. Oh. Wait. Let’s just change where I said ‘final version’ back there to ‘version three’ so I can make two more corrections. Ehum. I think I’m having a minor heart attack.