Procrastination is my Middle Name
This never, ever happens.
Oh sure, I may go a day or two every once in a while where I can twiddle my thumbs, play on the internet, visit with co-workers all day, and lie on my timesheets - but generally it's a pretty rare event.
During that month I remembered something about myself - though I complain and whine when I have tons to do, in actuality I loathe not being busy. It is so boring. I don't do well with boring.
Then November hit and all hell broke loose. I currently have 5 magazines that I'm either working on or will have on my desk over the next week. Whoa.
Usually I like the pressure and urgency, but I think that month of doing diddly-squat really threw a wrench into my ability to concentrate.
For example, just a few moments ago I realized that I had stopped copy-editing and had been staring off into my office for approximately 20 minutes. So when I came to, did I get back to business and wrap up this editorial? Nope. I walked to the doorway of my co-workers office and yelled "I'm an ogre...Raaahhhhhhhhhh!" while stomping my feet in these big huge, sumo like steps, like Donkey does to Shrek in the second movie. Then I laughed. Then when I heard Krista down the hall laughing at me I went down there, stood in her doorway and laughed some more. Then I went and told Zig his German music makes me crazy. Then I went pee. Then I came back in my office and twirled around in my chair for a moment, then checked my email, then decided to write this post.
I've been doing this kind of weird, procrastination related nonsense for the past two weeks. I wonder how long it will take before everyone realizes that the hold-up for all of our current publications is me?
Aka: that ogre girl that is always laughing and screaming at everyone.