I had a startling revelation the other day. It may not seem like such a big deal to some of you, but it made me understand another little piece of the puzzle that's me. I've been picking up a variety of differently shaped segments for the past twelve years and slotting them into what seems like the appropriate places.
I've tried not to resort to using the "if it doesn't fit use a bigger hammer" technique, and in general I've had some success in building a fairly accurate and honest picture of myself. Some of the time I haven't been necessarily thrilled with what I've seen, but at least that way I know what I need to fix to make the picture a little more pleasant to look at.
Yesterday I sent a really angry email to somebody who is supposedly a friend of my wife and myself. Last winter my wife had worked with him on a recording project. After the CD was finished, she had offered to help with some of the mailing out of review copies. Her job was to label envelopes and stuff them with a CD and promotional material.
This meant boxes of CDs, mailing envelopes, promotional material, and bubble wrap for protecting the discs in their envelopes were dropped off at our apartment. She was told it was very important that stuff be ready to mail as soon as possible. The first wave went out in June and that was fine, but we were still left with a significant number of boxes and material cluttering up our apartment.
The second wave was to go out in mid August and the labels were delivered to my wife so that she could prepare eighty more pieces to go out in the mail. As some of you may know from reading some of my other articles, my wife is not in the best of health, suffering from a sever anxiety disorder and benign positional vertigo.
Unfortunately it seems that the heat of the summer exasperated both of her conditions, so by mid August she was not doing very well at all. She takes her responsibilities seriously and had promised to take care of this mailing for our friend. She spent two nights prior to the labels being delivered folding the promotional material, wrapping CDs in bubble wrap, and stuffing them in envelopes. When the labels came, all she would have to do was affix them and the mailing would be ready.







Article comments
1 - Therese Bedard
I feel like such an idiot. I am changing my stance on this issue. The people that are allergic to peanuts should wear gloves and masks and quit complaining.