Really Frustrated
Yesterday my editor was supposed to call me to discuss my new position. I have yet to see a contract, discuss budgets for my freelancers, or even sign my John Hancock on anything. She emailed me late last night, apologized, and said that she would call me today.
Well, let me say that this day has been grueling. I specifically sat with my phone glued at my hip (yes that means no jog in Battery Park or trip to the gym) so that I wouldn’t miss her call. I have had my notepad all ready to go, and at lunch I ran to EuroShumro (that’s not the name but it was gross so who needs to memorize the chain — it is Euro something), so that I wouldn’t be without my notepad for too long.
It is 7:15 pm and she hasn’t called and I am incredibly pissed off perturbed.
