Until Next Year
Work has been nonstop since October 2—until last week.
October started a new fiscal year for the U.S. EPA, where I work as a contractor editing scientific documents. The new year brought a new editor and a new client: Washington DC. That’s why we’re so busy—because we are editing for both the Cincinnati and the DC offices. Thank goodness for the new editor.
Things at work eased last week, and tomorrow I am leaving for a three-week vacation to New Zealand. The new editor is concerned he’s going to get dumped on. This is usually a slow time of the year, yet I know he’s going to get the final two chapters of an involved document we’ve been working on since the beginning of October. (The author was supposed to have it in to us by Monday, two days ago so that I could have helped considerably. However…) So when the rest does come in, poor Cris, the new editor, will have a time of it. I feel sorry for him now, but in a couple days it won’t even cross my mind as I lie on the beaches of northeast New Zealand.
I need the break as stress plus the weather have done a number on my skin: it’s dry and rashy and has been for the past couple weeks. My stress rash first appeared in 1998, and experience assures me that once I step on a plane, looking forward to a new adventure, my stress rash clears up. (And people wonder why I travel so often. To waylay stress!!)
Mark’s nephew and a friend will be staying at our house while we’re away. Mark loaded the kitchen with junk food for the young men. I have left them instructions to water my plant and suggestions for places to go since they’ll be so close to the city proper.
Until next year, adios.
October started a new fiscal year for the U.S. EPA, where I work as a contractor editing scientific documents. The new year brought a new editor and a new client: Washington DC. That’s why we’re so busy—because we are editing for both the Cincinnati and the DC offices. Thank goodness for the new editor.
Things at work eased last week, and tomorrow I am leaving for a three-week vacation to New Zealand. The new editor is concerned he’s going to get dumped on. This is usually a slow time of the year, yet I know he’s going to get the final two chapters of an involved document we’ve been working on since the beginning of October. (The author was supposed to have it in to us by Monday, two days ago so that I could have helped considerably. However…) So when the rest does come in, poor Cris, the new editor, will have a time of it. I feel sorry for him now, but in a couple days it won’t even cross my mind as I lie on the beaches of northeast New Zealand.
I need the break as stress plus the weather have done a number on my skin: it’s dry and rashy and has been for the past couple weeks. My stress rash first appeared in 1998, and experience assures me that once I step on a plane, looking forward to a new adventure, my stress rash clears up. (And people wonder why I travel so often. To waylay stress!!)
Mark’s nephew and a friend will be staying at our house while we’re away. Mark loaded the kitchen with junk food for the young men. I have left them instructions to water my plant and suggestions for places to go since they’ll be so close to the city proper.
Until next year, adios.
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