Argh! Wednesday!

I just keep reminding myself that it is very near the weekend. Two more days to go and I can have a lie-in. I don't like mornings. They don't like me very much either, when all is said and done.

Yesterday kind of sucked. Something is very wrong with my cellphone. I decided to go out for a bit of a shop-round -- it's about time I replace my old jacket, which I like but which has holes in the lining and all the pockets so I keep losing things. So I figured I'd window-shop for jackets and hit the Apple Store for a case or something for Bubblerock, which is getting scratched to fuck. Tried texting dodgyhoodoo to let him know I'd probably be late, and the text would not go through. Arse, I think, poor reception. I'll try later. 'Later' arrives in the Apple Store queue. They don't have the nano tubes they're advertising in stock yet, so I'm getting out of there with another iTunes music card. I'm in the queue, which is long and boring, and I decide I'll text dodgyhoodoo again. Still will not go through. Fine, I think, the reception in here has always been iffy. I'll try when I'm outside. So I keep trying. And trying. And trying. All the way up Oxford Street to Tottenham Court Road. And jack all. By the time I get on the 134 to go home, I'm wondering if this is a problem with his phone or mine, so I try to text weaselbitch. That won't go through either. Then I try ringing dodgyhoodoo's mobile and that also doesn't work. In a fit of utter desperation, I rang the home number. That, oddly, worked just fine, so I tried texting again. Nothing.

ARGH! I think I may have to replace the fucking thing.

Beyond that, work's been a slog -- we're setting up for the December issue (and don't I know how that feels) so James is doing even less on the admin side than he was, so I'm swamped. Well, at least it's something to do. But yesterday was basically huge slog followed by abortive shopping trip, malfunctioning cellphone, traffic jam around Kentish Town and then, after staggering off the bus and being rained on, some half-drunken women walking past me up the road decided to slag off my clothes. Still, I had an iTunes card (I now have new music, which is more useful in its way but has less potential all at the same time) and there was nice dinner and Lost last night, so I guess it wasn't all bad.

Here's hoping for a better day.

Office Woes

About to pop out for lunch. Normally I go at 2, but today, I just need to get out of here for a bit. James isn't in, so it's just me, realistically speaking. Worse, I discovered that every single e-mail I sent out informing authors of decisions on their manuscripts the other day bounced spectacularly so I had to go dig through all my careful filing and rewrite every last damn one of them. That's on top of a whole bunch of stuff James hasn't told me how to do. I'll have to improvise.

Amusement of the day, though -- James and I share an e-mail address. Michael (boss) has his own. So when I checked my mail an hour ago, my inbox (and consequently James') contains a forward from Michael's account. Michael's comment was "I don't think this was meant to go to me?" The e-mail was for James, confirming his interview for a new job, which he will be taking next Tuesday. Now, Michael didn't even know James was looking. So ... whoops. Sucks to be James when he gets back into the office.

Right. Lunch break. I require food and someplace that is not this office.

Banned?!?

I can't take the slog anymore. I've so far had to go through our files, rewrite a whole bunch of e-mails the computer horked over Tuesday, then dig through all the files for manuscripts that have been waiting for referees for more than three months, scan what reviews we have and then send them and everything else through to the editors, who are never here. That's plus the everyday stuff. I'm going to die.

So I'm going to leave it alone for a few minutes, and go through the top 100 banned books of the 90s. ( Because it's just so damn sad... )

Banning literature has always seemed so pointless to me. Particularly in the age of e-books, how do you enforce it? With technology as it is, at least it would be difficult if not impossible to have a Farenheit 451 situation...