The Week is over!

Well, a long week has finally ended.

There were some of you asking about the status of "Showing Their Scales", which is scheduled to come out this month. However, thanks to the fact I'd had an extremely busy week, I didn't get a chance to have any correspondence with the publisher. Bad timing.

What happened was,
a) a teacher (let's call him G.R.) went on vacation--thankfully only for a week,
b) I was asked to sub for his classes--why? I'm not even going to bother to get into it, but suffice it to say, it was not my decision and it made very little sense--but the lesson plans he left behind were, let's just say, crappy.
c) and, I was also responsible for my normal market research duties.

So, I didn't even have time to do much of my own stuff, and didn't even post on the OA zonk board for the bulk of the week. Just no time.

And, at this point, I'd like to add that I was able to do my writing the last few months despite the fact I was:
a) employed full-time as a teacher without any vacations, breaks, and what-not other than the statutory holidays,
b) and doing my market research stuff.
So, I didn't pull any of this Catherine nonsense--she's a fellow co-worker who likes to brag she's a writer, and she takes a lot of time off work and only worked part-time for quite a while. So, I didn't pull any of this crap.

And what's with people who strive to be late? Someone responded to my ad about teaching me Chinese, and the first session, he was late 20 minutes. Okay, fine, no problem, he called at EXACTLY the meeting time to notify me.

The second meeting, he didn't even show up, and I had to call him to find out where he was, only to hear he wasn't coming.

Three hours before the third meeting the very next day, he called to cancel. I didn't pick up because I was still at work, but I didn't call him back either, since it wasn't really a priority for me by then.

But I didn't expect him to call me EIGHT TIMES starting at the scheduled meeting time. 4:31, 4:41, 4:44, 4:57, 5:07, 5:47, 6:12, 6:18. He left several messages wanting to know if I'd received the previous ones. And if that wasn't bad enough, he texted me once in between all those calls.

Enough is enough. You know what, he's fired. And I don't really need to learn it anyway; not life or death.

And today, I was supposed to meet up another person for lunch. 40 minutes late. And that person acted nonchalently as though nothing was amiss. Yikes.

For the last three weeks, I'd been meeting up with a writing buddy as well so we can both sit down and type away, hoping our presence could inspire each other and not cause the other to slack off. All three times, the buddy was late. The last two times, I had to make a call to find out if the person was even going to show up. (Well, let's cut the writing buddy some slack; this is all very informal, so I don't even sweat it... but it's just another example about lateness...)

But like I said, I don't need a writing buddy. I'd just started this this month. Before that, I was doing just fine--and without that Catherine nonsense either.