cellini's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A Day In the Life 3 hours of work under my belt for today and still no actual writing. My job consists of scheduling. I swear, that is 90% of what I do. I got some more sign-ups for the October class. I'm feeling much better about that now. I have 4 random people who have asked to sign up, 2 of whom have actually paid their deposits, plus 2 publicists from my publishing company (who may or may not being paying the regular tuition - I'm not clear on that yet), and then 1 guy who is doing a thesis on hunting and wants to come observe. This is all just from an email out to my list and I haven't promoted the new class anywhere else so this bodes well for filling it up. All morning I've been dealing with that shit, then I've also been reviewing video from the iguana trip to select what to burn on to a DVD for my NPR pr0ducer. She needs some audio of stuff that I didn't get on her recorder thing for reasons too boring to get into. Also I watched some porn, since I'm home alone right now. I found out that my date has to be moved for the NYC goose thing. I'm not happy about it but whatever. Looks like I'm going to have to do it on October 30th, which fucking sucks because I was supposed to be at a big, awesome Halloween party that day/night. Oh well. I hope my chef doesn't have to bail because of the change. If so, I have back-up options. I should really email him today. Then I also talked to that farmer whose property I'm supposed to hunt pigs on. He's not seeing them around lately, meaning that I probably need to find another location. Again, I have other options in that area so this isn't the end of the world. It just means, you guessed it, more scheduling. Motherfuck. I'm going to the hardware store now to get materials for building the pigeon tr@ps. 1:36 p.m. - 2010-09-28 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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