I hate it when people call me up at work and immediately launch into questions about a specific project. I just got a phone call from someone wondering about the status of a particular contract for one book. And it was immediate, like, “Hi, this is Blah blah, have you gotten the Giles contract in yet?” (Note: There is an author whose last name is Giles (his first is not Rupert, though), but he is British and working on like 5 books, which is nice. Mmm, British accent.) I understand that people are going along and trying to get through their own to-do list, but whenever I call someone up for a random thing like that, I always give them a little bit of time to figure it out. I mean, I’m tracking contracts for 13 books. Figure that, on average, we’re talking around 10–15 contracts per book. Some of them I can call up off the top of my head. Most, I can’t. Argh. And in addition to needing to know about that one contract, apparently there are more contracts coming my way from her. Whee! I can’t wait until they hire my replacement, because this is the crap the Editorial Assistant deals with. And yes, I’m cranky because I’m here on a Friday. But the egg and cheese bagel this morning helped.
Current song in my head:
“The Living Years” by Mike & the Mechanics