Monday, September 24, 2007

One thing I can count on...

...is that I can't count on anything.

When I wrote about the impending trip last night, I figured I had everything pretty much under control. I had a rough schedule in mind, with lots o' extra time to get everything done.

How wrong I was....

I finished up an article last night intending to give it a fast read this morning and send it off. I was tired, and my eyes were blurring when I saved it.

After waking up at an ungodly hour today -- well, I consider 3:45 am ungodly -- I grabbed my coffee and started reading. In my not-yet-awake state the piece sickened me. It was awful. I was afraid I'd have to scrap it all and start over. Instead, I closed the file and decided to look later, after more coffee and a shower.

The fact that it turned out not to be so bad, and was easily fixed with a few changed words and adjusted sentences, was a relief. But I still had a feeling all would not be well today.

A call from another editor sealed the deal. Tomorrow, instead of haircut and laundry -- and maybe a little writing -- I have to work with D. on a photo session for another story. This involves maybe 100 miles of driving and standing around on a hot mountainside while he shoots. I mean I have to: I need to email the article no later than Monday morning, and D. needs to send a disc of photos before then.

Since I got this gig for D., you might think he'd be grateful and helpful, yes? No. He was supposed to drop me off at the airport Wednesday and pick me up Friday so I didn't have to leave the car I'm driving in a scungy airport lot. Surprise: his girlfriend just decided she wants him to shoot a wedding as a favor (that is, for free) and they will be away Friday.

So the car stays at the airport. That makes me nervous. It would make you nervous to leave an $87,000 ride at the airport, believe me. I'll use one of the private lots (which are safer and more expensive), but it still riles me a bit. D. and I discussed the schedule in detail last Saturday....

My timeline for the week has now been officially shot to hell, and I'm feeling a bit grim about it.

If you, like me, live alone, you're all to aware of how frustrating it can be to have no one who can bail you out when the going gets a bit rough. And you know what it's like to have no one to complain to, or who gives a happy damn abut your suddenly elevated stress level.

All in a day's work, I guess.

But I don't have to like it. And I don't.

7 comments:

John said...

I do know what it is like to have no one to count on for anything. It sucks, pure and simple.I hope things smooth out somehow.

lowandslow said...

I've been tellin' you to move to Big D. BK and I would cover for you in a pinch, friend. But do you listen?? Seriously, it's a shame you don't have friends/relatives close by who you can lean on. We all need someone to lean on now and then. Take care, Scribbs. :)

sugarcane said...

If I were there, I would totally take you to the airport. And what the hell are you driving that costs $87,000? Holy cow!

Anonymous said...

I'd take you to the airport.

How about coming home and having the only person to complain to being 4 years old.

Yeah, that's a treat on a bad day...Don't get me wrong, I love my kid, but...oh some days...

SWG

Ptolemy said...

Man-alive... I think I'd fly out there and rent something with which to drive you to the airport so you don't have to do this, bud!! Crikey! Good luck!

Anonymous said...

Man. That is some shit...or as the kid's like to say, "That shit is fucked up."

If you don't at least make some whip-cracking sounds and some 'whipped jokes at your "friends" expense next time you see him/her, you'll regret it.
-Nullmuse

Anonymous said...

I'd take you to the airport too. I know how it feels. I feel so terribly alone sometimes. If something happened to me in my apartment, I sometimes wonder how long it would be before someone noticed...

Gill