Mission F**king Accomplished...
Dec. 21st, 2005 07:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
magicaddict...and I'm back in Droitwich having a beer.
Today was really quite a rush, and considering what I had left myself to do, entirely my own fault.
The co-crystallisation went on, with (if the NMR is accurate) equal amounts of the two -CENSORED-. If there are crystals in there by the time I get back, there may well be dancing through the atria of 1S, all the way to the Parade to get utterly drunk...for I will have (formally speaking) finished my brief.
Speaking of the Parade, fair dues, after I emailed them again, they responded within twenty-four hours with "yes, but you design the advert" - as if I didn't have enough to be getting on with as well. Eighteen letters were copied, watermark enveloped (after I threatened the printer with being traded in for a younger model if it didn't co-operate) and posted, and twenty-one emails were sent out, in an attempt to get places in town to accept our Sweet Charity posters in January. This would have all been done sooner, if I hadn't been possessed at the strangest of times to finish reading through Emma's LJ. I wouldn't have minded being possessed to do so - I just wish it could have happened at a different time.
The following two entities gain the Magicaddict's approval until further notice:
a) The print unit, who took on my order for over two and a half thousand items (regardless of how easy they were to produce, it was still a lot), promised it before the fourth of January, and gave me a call about three hours after I'd left them saying it was ready. Pause for applause.
b) The Holbourne Museum, who responded to my email asking if they would take a poster within three minutes of my sending it. In less than a hundred and eighty seconds, they had read, decided and responded to the request.
Both gain my thanks for making my life easier.
After posting the letters, I left myself with seventy minutes to get home via the Salamander (I wasn't coing home without a microcask of something - fine, they'd run out of Barnstormer, so I had to get Festivity instead. Bummer), finish packing and get to the station. Whole job lot, managed with a sum total of twenty seconds spare. Some would call that "cutting it fine" - I just saw why I was possessed earlier on.
Right, I'm going to eat dinner and enjoy a relaxing drink with my family for the first time in ages.
Damn...it's good to actually to slow down.
Today was really quite a rush, and considering what I had left myself to do, entirely my own fault.
The co-crystallisation went on, with (if the NMR is accurate) equal amounts of the two -CENSORED-. If there are crystals in there by the time I get back, there may well be dancing through the atria of 1S, all the way to the Parade to get utterly drunk...for I will have (formally speaking) finished my brief.
Speaking of the Parade, fair dues, after I emailed them again, they responded within twenty-four hours with "yes, but you design the advert" - as if I didn't have enough to be getting on with as well. Eighteen letters were copied, watermark enveloped (after I threatened the printer with being traded in for a younger model if it didn't co-operate) and posted, and twenty-one emails were sent out, in an attempt to get places in town to accept our Sweet Charity posters in January. This would have all been done sooner, if I hadn't been possessed at the strangest of times to finish reading through Emma's LJ. I wouldn't have minded being possessed to do so - I just wish it could have happened at a different time.
The following two entities gain the Magicaddict's approval until further notice:
a) The print unit, who took on my order for over two and a half thousand items (regardless of how easy they were to produce, it was still a lot), promised it before the fourth of January, and gave me a call about three hours after I'd left them saying it was ready. Pause for applause.
b) The Holbourne Museum, who responded to my email asking if they would take a poster within three minutes of my sending it. In less than a hundred and eighty seconds, they had read, decided and responded to the request.
Both gain my thanks for making my life easier.
After posting the letters, I left myself with seventy minutes to get home via the Salamander (I wasn't coing home without a microcask of something - fine, they'd run out of Barnstormer, so I had to get Festivity instead. Bummer), finish packing and get to the station. Whole job lot, managed with a sum total of twenty seconds spare. Some would call that "cutting it fine" - I just saw why I was possessed earlier on.
Right, I'm going to eat dinner and enjoy a relaxing drink with my family for the first time in ages.
Damn...it's good to actually to slow down.
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Date: 2005-12-21 08:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-21 11:05 pm (UTC)Come February, I'll actually get to enjoy work with very few external stimuli.