Over-scheduled

Basically every minute of my time is booked now through next Monday. It's as if the activities of a full calendar year are all shoved into September, October, November, and December. It's like this every year.

When the schedule gets this tight, I start feeling upset and nervous. It's great having plenty to do, but it's not great missing out on other events due to the logistical impossibility of attending 5 or 6 parties/activities in one night. Where were all these things during the summer when it was dead as a morgue? If you look at my DayMinder, every single day has at least 2 functions/rehearsals/whatever on it, not even counting work (which is being a monumental pain in the ass these days). But flip back to July and it was one empty square after another.

I didn't expect to, but I think I'll feel a bit of relief when the play and cabaret are over. I haven't had a proper sit-down meal in a month. I eat on the T between one commitment and the next, or sneak in bites of something pre-packaged while simultaneously getting dressed, doing my hair, dealing with e-mail, etc. Everyone needs work from me, and they need it now.

Wow. Someone needs a nap. As if I'll get it. If I can manage 10 minutes between the commute home and performance call to dash home and feed the cats, I'll be lucky (and so will the cats).

Who Shouldn't Write Memoirs

Our company switchboard operator, who is new, called me near tears in frustration. All week long she's been getting bombarded with calls from people who want us to publish their memoirs and autobiographies. When this happens, it usually means that our name was mentioned in some supermarket periodical again, like People or Reader's Digest.

( There's a point to this, expounded beneath this cut )