Today started out well. It really did. But this pic shows the way it ended:

See, everything just got a little. . . overwhelming at work this afternoon. I edit a monthly magazine with a staff of three people. Which means I edit every story, write a lot of stories, and depend on my production editor, Emily, to write a lot of stuff, catch a lot of problems, and contribute ideas and suggestions. In addition, I maintain ec’s blog, which we try to post to 3 times a week. We’ve been behind on our production schedule, mostly due to the redesign and me trying to juggle everything, for months now. Today all that came to a head. I had other coworkers wanting information from me about issues that haven’t been planned yet and discovered how far behind I am on editing the next issue that goes to the printer when the designed walked in and informed me she was going to start buying art. In the end, I came home with all the files for that issue—so I can edit it at night and over the weekend, the long holiday weekend I was so looking forward to. In addition, I’ll be steam-rolling through some planning for an upcoming issue tomorrow morning. And I hate doing it that way, because I feel like we’re not really doing quality work.

I left work later than usual, pretty stressed and with the beginnings of a headache. So I came home, ate supper, made brownies, and watched the Food Network. Like Scarlett O’Hara would say, tomorrow IS another day.

So if I’m mean to you and it’s unwarranted, I apologize in advance. If I suddenly burst into tears in your presence, just give me a hug.

Hopefully, one day this will all be a funny story.