You know you’ve worked 100 hours in 11 days when …
… You have surreal dreams about your coworkers, including one about a department talent show where you and one of the other editors have worked out a routine involving him dressed up in really half-ass drag, and you crooning Nat King Cole’s “Unforgettable” as he dances around the stage.
… Sitting at your desk, you start to wonder, “Weird, what’s that sound?” Then you realize it’s your own voice, and that you’re unconsciously moaning under your breath. Kind of like this: “Muhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” But really gravelly and quiet. I don’t think anyone else noticed, but it was kind of creepy. Damnit, Stallings! Keep it together!
Hey there. I'm Ariel Meadow Stallings, a native Seattleite who's written my way up and down the Left Coast. Electrolicious is where I post daily randomata, but I also write for a living. My first book, Offbeat Bride, was published last year.
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Ariel v.
October 21st, 2005 at 3:56 am
Well, you still write like an ace even though you’ve reached the moaning stage: I just got the most vivid image of you doing that!
The moaning! Not a good sign! May your deadline be over SOON!
amanda
October 21st, 2005 at 12:29 pm
That made me laugh out loud. Thanks for that.