I overslept this morning, and how.
Though I did discover, much to my surprise — and just seconds before it wouldn’t have mattered, and the train doors would have closed on me — that there’s yet another, later train from Jamaica to Hunterspoint Avenue in the morning. I probably shaved a few precious minutes off of my commute by hopping off when I did, at the last second, but I would have gladly traded the revelation that there’s a connecting train later in the morning for having been awake in time to catch one of the earlier ones.
I have a lot of work to get through at the office.
But before I could do any of that, I had to run our monthly development team meeting, shortly after I got into the office. It was a slightly strange affair, considering that everyone else on the team in New York was away on travel, as was my counterpart in the UK who had suggested our topic of discussion in the first place (author care), and I was sitting alone in our larger conference room talking to everyone else over video. But I think the meeting went reasonably well; it didn’t drag on, and nobody had any true horror stories of dealing with difficult authors.
I spent most of the rest of the day pulling together and typing up my notes from last week’s campus travel, except of course when I was on the phone talking to another professor I wasn’t able to meet with in person. I still have two phone calls lined up for Friday, one with a professor and one with the bookstore manager. But at least then it’ll be done. I just have to finish typing them up, distribute them to the appropriate team members, input them into our system, and then start getting in touch with people for my next campus visit. (This one will be closer to home — even closer, I think, than the office, but it still is going to take some investigative and e-mailing legwork.)
And let’s not even talk about all the other work I still have to do. Reports and reviews and reviews and reports. I will say this much, however: today just flew by.
But boy did it still feel like a Monday.
Author care? Does it involve cedar wood shavings and one of those little running wheels?