Sometimes it just feels that way. Forget the bozos on the bus. That, at least, sound exciting.
There's more work than there is time, including the fun and wonderful extras. I wonder when I'll get approved overtime in the new position? Should be soon.
So tonight is getting new oil in the car (Oil can! Oil can!), writing reports, and continual critiquing. I'm getting the hang (somewhat) of not bleeding red on every paragraph on the page. Maybe there's a 12-step program somewhere just for me. "Hi, I'm Steve. I go through red pens like candy when I critique and edit. I accept there are editors greater than I. I must let go and let them direct me." Or something like that.
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