I am SO whiny.

Dude, I just spent my Sunday at work changing travel arrangements for my photographer and assistant. And I fucked it up about $1500 so I hope to god we can fix it or bill it to the client. I really have to not freak out about this, as I'm pretty sure I'm not a travel agent or an account executive or a project manager. I am really over this crap, especially as it is even worse to lose a day to bloody travel arrangements than what I was going to lose it on: spending my Sunday at work catching up on design work (um, my real job) on a project I have not been able to spend any time on. I have, oh, nothing for a presentation on Friday. I don't like that. At all.

(And I still have to contact everyone for the changes for tomorrow's shoot, make final arrangements for Tuesday: getting final details on the ship's ETA, contacting the vessel agent to get us cleared with Homeland Security, contacting the corporate safety person who has to be on site, and getting directions to the photographer either to the port or to the helicopter place depending on whether the ship arrives before dawn. Cancelling or setting up the helicopter. And so on. Seriously.)

So now, I... I don't know what I am. Pissed, freaked out, worried, and trying to be righteously indignant at having to do all this instead of feeling like a failure for not being good at it? Yeah, that.

I still have to be creative. That's the hard part.

(pause for deep breaths)

Um, hi everyone. Hello my friends, who think I'm blowing them off. Miss y'all.

Gotta run, dinner's ready, And H and I are getting ready to have the big money discussion, so my mood could be getting even worse. Whoo!

I'll do a long entry soon. Much to talk about.