You Stress Me Out

Yes, I'm talking to you. I love you and all, my peeps that come here and read my yackitty yack and never leave me hate mail. I so dislike hate mail.

You stress me out because, HELLO?, I just spent 15 minutes whining about how big of a train wreck I am because of my inability to work and keep my house running smoothly at the same time, and y'all go and tell me I need to make this or that and sell it on Etsy. Well, I can't do that because of my Jobsy, so you're just going to have to settle for a giveaway now and then.

But first, I would like to whine some more. It's my turn, and since you're here already . . .

You comfy? Good. So, I'm freaking out over here because I came up with this brilliant idea that I was going to do the yearbook for our school this year. The yearbook that, guess what, has to be done and to the printer before the end of March.

And still do my Jobsy with the Cushy Schedule.

Dumbsy.

I do this sort of thing quite a lot. I have Time Management Displacement Perception Issues. It's a real affliction. Google it.

You might come right back here.

I like it so much, I'm tempted to change my post title to that very thing. Except I have attention deficit issues as well, and I might forget what my point was in the meantime.

Where was I? The yearbook, that's right. So, it actually got off to quite a nice start. I was cranking out pages on the software provided to me by the school picture people, I was right on schedule, and then, of course, a software update comes out.

At the perfect time, two weeks before D-Day. Awesome.

And it messed everything up. All my hard work, scrambled. 

There is some humor in amongst the angst, and it came at the perfect time. The software developers decided that they were going to set up what they call a GoTo meeting with myself, my computer, and Vladimir in Russia. I was to be at my computer at 5:00 a.m., in order to have an hour to resolve the issue, I have so many, to accommodate the pesky time difference between the Western and Eastern Hemispheres, and still make it to my Cushy Schedule Jobsy by 7:30 a.m. At my computer, I was to be fully dressed and not wearing my Morning Hair.

Yes, it does sort of run in the family. The reason why I was to be fully dressed, etc., was because Vladimir in Russia was going to be conversing with me through the camera in my computer. I probably was supposed to stay up all night to learn to speak Russian, or least how to scream "JUST FIX IT!!!!" in Russian. And that's not even the best part.

He was going to take control of my computer remotely and fix the issue.

Is it me, or does that just sound creepy?

I freely admit that I am a horrid person, because all I could think about is this commercial and it scared me so.

In the end I opted out of the GoTo meeting because I'm a Chicken Butt. The yearbook problems did get ironed out in spite of all the unpleasantness and perhaps a tantrum or two, and I am happy to say that it is on its way to the printer, with less than 100 hours to spare.

I think I might be conquering my Time Management Displacement Perception Issues.

So, back to this.

Some of you rather liked this little set-up, and since I'll be on spring break from my Cushy Schedule Jobsy in about a week, I thought "How fun would it be to do a giveway?"

Never mind. Bad idea.

Ha, ha. I kill myself. I delight in torturing others.

Really though, who wants one? I pledge to give two of these away, I have no idea how I'm going to ship them, but I'll figure something out. And, I'm just making this up as I go, but how about if I throw in 30 or so magnetic menu magnets to get you going? I'll let you pick three colors for the magnets, you can e-mail your menu choices to me, and your menu grid can be brown, black or white. The only catch is, you have to be one of the two people who Random Integer Generator picks. Leave me a comment telling me what you are going to do for either spring break, or your next vacation. Or, what the heck, what you wish you were going to do.

If you leave a comment to enter, please make sure that either your e-mail is attached to your Google account profile, or you leave your e-mail address in your comment. It's a bummer when Random Integer Generator picks a winner I can't contact, and I have to pick someone else. 

Good luck Peepity Peeps!

Oh yeah, [SQUIRREL!!!!] the deadline to enter is Friday, April 1st, at Noon in Russia. No lie.

If you didn't win, and you really want one of these vinyl menu planning grids, you can buy one for $8.50. I found someone who will make them for you. Find out how in this post.