I work on a magazine. We all know that.
Magazines have deadlines, right? We all know that, too.
Because of a lot of factors, the mag I edit is running behind as far as our production schedule goes. I’ve actually stopped looking at the production schedule because truly, it only mocks me. But the fact is, we have to get an issue done before Friday. And as this week progresses, that is seeming less and less likely to me.
Friday was the deadline. . . until yesterday when a team member informed me she had to have it early on Thursday afternoon. I don’t know if she realized I never responded. Because, frankly, I don’t know if it’s possible. And there’s a part of me that really, really dislikes how I should edit and when I should have things done. Because shifting that date, even by as little as it was, really messes everything up.
But here’s the deal: I have other obligations and things I want to do this week. And I’m doing them. I’m not staying here all hours of the night. I’m not taking work home. I’m not going to worry about it. I’ve got other things to think about and fun things to look forward to.
So, I hope we meet this deadline. Maybe I should be more worried about what would happen if we missed it, but I’m pretty much refusing to care at this point.
(Note: I don’t recommend apathy. It’s generally not a good idea. But I refuse to get upset and overwrought about this deadline. And that’s just the way it’s going to be!)