I don't know what this is about...

I haven't written since Tuesday, I know, but things at work have been kind of picking up. More on that in a few minutes. I'm still working on a location for my book launch event. I was trying to get a restaurant or something, but everyone wants huge amounts of money! So, now, I'm thinking that I'll probably just book the clubhouse (it's a nice new building right near the pool at our new house) and hold the event there. It will be mostly family and friends there anyway, so I don't think they'll care : )I just can't justify spending $500 to $1000, though it would be a really cool party, when that would probably take away up any money I might earn over the ENTIRE year on The Silver Spoon and then some. But still, there will be free food/drinks, giveaways/raffle, and fun to be had, no matter where we are!
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Day Job Rant...Please feel free to skip this. I know it's boring to hear someone constantly whine about their job. But I'm feeling the need for cheap therapy today, which, for me, is writing it down.

I have day job (I keep trying to remind myself that's all it is and sometimes that helps)that most of the time I don't mind. That's probably the strongest recommendation I can give it, but hey, that's good enough for me. I like all the people I work with (well, most of them!) and I don't mind the work. Most people can't probably even say that much about their jobs. Some people don't even have jobs and don't think I don't know that I should be grateful for employment and I am...mostly.

I used to be excited of what I did for my day job. I would proudly display samples. Now, I find it harder to care. I used to be afraid to get new projects, afraid I wouldn't be able to do them. Now, I dread getting them because I know it will be yet another ornate dance of unrealistic expectations and impossible deadlines set to the beat of "does this really matter? who cares?" in my head. (I got a new project today, can you tell?)

Of course, maybe this is just part of the transition. Just part of learning that what you do to earn money isn't as important as what you use that money to fund. Because it is just my day job. And I know, that should make it easier, right? But somehow it doesn't. Because I still want to do a good job, I still want people to like me and think highly of my work.

But why? Why stress over it? Why rant and rave that I only get three days to do a week of work and all without the information I need to do it? Why not just do the best I can and pass it on without anguishing over it? I guess I have a problem with anything associated with me being less than my best effort. Well, that's all good, except when it comes to Corporate America, where conditions rarely allow for your best work.

So, I'll just go suck it up and do it. Try not to care and churn out more boring corporate speak that pretends to be consumer friendly. Then I'll listen and smile politely as people, dying to make their own mark on this landmark piece of literature, try to change it from a moderately understandable piece to something that no one will understand or want to read. Or better yet, I'll sit in meetings where we'll agonize and "tweak" sentences, phrases, headlines and subheads that the consumer will glance at and then toss in the trash on top of last night's old spaghetti sauce.

All of this because, quite simply, it pays.