New day, old news: I am so tired. Exhausted. I went to bed at 8:30 last night and wish I could've done it again tonight. I just can't seem to catch up on all the sleep I've been missing since Matt moved in, I think. I also haven't been working out, and while my diet isn't the best it could be, it's not the healthiest either. I need to get a grip! It's difficult, though, when work is taking over my life.
I still love everything about my job, but it's starting to lose it's shine, I think. I do so much "assisting" that I barely have time to work on my own books. Which is fine—that's my job. But it's frustrating. I have so many things to do for myself, but yesterday I got slammed with a proofread of a 260-page book that was due Friday. I'm impressed that I was able to finish it between 2:00 yesterday and 5:00 today. It was on such a depressing subject (When Cancer Strikes a Friend was the title). But... I did it. And learned quite a bit in the process. But still... I think I'm going to see if I can go in this coming Saturday for some over time. I'll head south with Matt at 3 and see how much I can get done, perhaps. It's the only way I can work without being handed other tasks all day long.
Silver lining of today would probably be the meeting I scheduled with my editorial director for Thursday to discuss that proposal about the writing book. If he likes it as much as I do, it'll go to the publisher, and hopefully I'll have my second acquisition! Another editorial assistant was promoted today, having been with the company a year and a half. It took me three weeks to go from intern to editorial assistant. I believe I see my next challenge up ahead of me!! If I acquire a few books that make the company some money, I think it should score me points...
I titled this entry the Week that Never Ends because I've been going nonstop since last Monday. I had plans Monday through Thursday and then went home Friday, only to return again on Sunday. Seeing my family was great; I enjoyed every single minute of it. Breakfast with Ange on Sunday was worth every minute I didn't get to sleep in. The distance from Matt was... weird, but easier than living in NYC while he was in PA all those weeks. I think he had a hard time, though. He's never been utterly alone in an unfamiliar city. I got quite a few texts, but he bought a new video game and powered through. Tomorrow is his only day off work this week, so I think we're going grocery shopping and then going to some Mexican restaurant he wants to try somewhere in the 200s. Should be a good time.
I might try to go back to the gym Thursday, depending on how much work I get done the next few nights. The author of the first novel I was assigned wants to meet to discuss his book, even though the contract isn't signed and the manuscript isn't 100 percent finished yet. So I kind of have to have the book (manuscript) read by the time we meet. He hopes to be in the city next week, but doesn't know of a specific date. The best approach I can think of is to have it all skimmed (with summaries of each chapter) by Monday. Then at least I can discuss it with him. I know I'll be the only one at the meeting who has any insight into it, so I have to be prepared. I didn't want to start bringing my work home, but... I just don't have time in the office. Maybe once all the books Eleanor left me publish and I'm working on my own, things will even out. All of hers were complicated and were already late, so I inherited a bunch of frustration. When they're gone, maybe things will settle down... Until then...
I suppose the week will keep going and going, especially if I end up at work both Saturday and Sunday. Ugh!
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