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Probably about a week and a half ago I asked a co-worker--weddings editor Kelsey, who got married just over a year ago--at what point (in relation to my timeline) she started to really struggle to make it through the nine-to-five. She thought about it for a minute, tilted her head to the side, scrunched her eye ows, pushed her lips out, and replied "Mmmmmm, about now."
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My ain is full of numbers, but instead of deadlines and word counts, it's linens and timelimes. I make an honest attempt at work, but as I sit and scroll through professional emails requiring response it's a continous struggle to control the urge to access the seating chart that's saved in my email drafts. Not to mention, I still have programs to design, and there are way better fonts on my work computer than what I have at home. Still somehow, I've resisted. I literally get the shakes. I don't think I could do anything if it weren't for the fact that after the the wedding is the honeymoon, and whether I like it or not, these stories aren't going to write themselves and I certainly don't want to worry about doing it in St. Lucia.
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My bachelorette party starts tomorrow morning in Charleston, and that is not helping. There are games planned, and secrets, and dinners, and themes, and I cannot wait.
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The other night my sister and I went to get sushi, and I casually asked her what I should pack to wear one of the nights in Charleston. If looks could kill I'd have uttered my final words at the Tsunami bar. "Are you serious?" She asked. My mind went totally blank and my tone one of total naivety. "What? Did you already tell me this?" Apparently she'd done more than told me. We'd discussed the pros and cons of doing what which night for more than an hour less than a month before. I have a vague recollection of her mentioning something along those lines, at some point. My fiance was there too, and he just looked at me and asked, "How are you still working?"
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Good question.
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I have no idea. I can tell you there are an inappropriate number of wedding-related lists and notes cluttering my desk right now. That's probably not the best thing to admit in this forum. I can also tell you that at this point, when my cell phone rings, I answer it. I'm not chatting it up for hours at a time, but there is zero chance that I could see a number flashing on my mobile, (<-- I'm trying that word out for a little while. Thanks, Olympics) and actually remember to call it back after 5 p.m. It's utal, y'all. And I am struggling. The crazy thing is, anyone who knows me knows I love my job. Like, excited to come to work everyday kind of love my job. If I had to do something like...I don't know...accounting?...I'd be toast.
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I'm hoping that this weekend will give me a chance to regroup. Release some energy just in time to get down to business. Wishful thinking, I'm sure. By the time I get back I'll be close to the single-digit countdown, and holy smokes, that's going to be intense. (If you could have seen me type that, you'd have seen that I had to pause after the words "single-digit", put my hand over the center of my chest and catch my eath.)
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In the meantime, I'm curious. There were a lot of weddings this summer. How did other ides manage to keep it together, with work, and with their friends? At this rate, it's going to be a long 15 days.
