It’s that time again. Dread grows, mould-grey and malignant in the pit of my stomach as the hours and days creep ever by. By next week it will have solidified into a monster of sheer panic gripping my chest…
…yes the day job’s magazine deadline is looming. Will I have enough submissions? Will there be enough space? Will the team get their copy, photo’s and everything else to me, so I can get the thing out to the printers?! will the proof readers prove their worth…will I goof big time? Argh!
To top it off one of my team resigned…humph! More money for the same hours…I can’t really blame her. So we are one body short and guess who is picking up the slack!
I can’t really grumble, especially when you see what’s going on the world at the moment. The mounting death toll and unbelievable level of suffering in Haiti is just so horrific, I can’t begin to get my head around it. Every time I see the news I’m in floods of tears. It just seems to be taking so long to help these people. You just feel so helpless. I appreciate it only has one airport and it’s infrastructre has been totally destroyed…but it’s an island, surely there are places to ‘land’ personnel and supplies. Or am I being completely niave?
I do have to say that the people who have gone there to help, deserve the thanks and gratitude of the entire world. Some fire-fighters from my hometown are over there at the moment. They truly deserve the title of ‘heroes’.
My fingers are firmly crossed but I just know that this endeavor of yours will meet great success.