I’m in one of those periods when everything is high priority and there’s a whole lot of everything at once. One of those months where every day is a Monday. You’ve been there. You feel like you’re in a rodeo.
I spent the last three days of last week in all-day brainstorming meetings with my partners on my startup project. The idea was to prepare our investor presentation and present it to some guinea pigs (friends/colleagues) on Friday. One of my partners kept adding slides. I kept saying stop. The designer kept going off on tangents and spending way too much time on a logo for the temporary project name. Our draft was in franglais (hybrid French/English), so we had to decide on a language and clean it up. Now we’ve rescheduled the presentation for this Thursday, and today and tomorrow we’re supposed to be working on the remaining chunks of missing content and design for the presentation.
I spent Saturday putting together an investor’s packet and Sunday I had to translate all day. I’m expecting a proofreading job in the next day or two, a 20,000-word translation having to do with truck brakes. That’ll take a couple of days. Kiva wanted some translations done today and I haven’t gotten to them yet. I have a journalist coming here to interview me for a French TV show tomorrow morning. They want to talk to an American blogger living in Paris. Then I have to give the presentation on Thursday.
I’m sure I’m forgetting something. At least three somethings.
I managed to toss a load of laundry into the machine and a bowl of cereal into my face this morning in between a doing mockup image for a slide, digging around the Web for more stats, and dashing off this little beauty. My husband is in the same boat, getting another 5,000-word translation request every half hour. We had to decide who would feed the kid, whose summer vacation starts today.
Fortunately, we’re going on vacation next week. Of course, that will change nothing. Except that there will be no jackhammers.
Times like this, I recall what my mother always said: “This too shall pass.” Mom’s words of wisdom have gotten me through a lot of rodeos.