At 6:08 the courier arrived to pick up the final version of the book and deliver it to the printer. 22 minutes early, in a project where every step has been months late. Luckily, this stage wasn’t late… well not today anyway. So, instead of driving away, he came upstairs to wait the “only 2 minutes” I promised him it would take…
But he didn’t wait, he helped. He shoved the waybills into the little plastic baggies, and then stuck the little plastic baggies to the envelopes, while I rushed around like a mad-woman making sure the CD got burned correctly.
Then he grabbed the stuff, rushed down the stairs and drove away.
It’s done. Until the Monday when the printer can’t open the files, or the pagination used for the PDF needs to be in spreads, or some font buried somewhere explodes in a cloud of urgent insanity.
But for now, it’s done. I get a night off. I get a weekend off. I’m unbelievably …. well… truth be told… confused. Shouldn’t I still be working. I’m sure there are errors and mistakes still in there… shouldn’t I be rooting them out and fixing them so that when that crisis happens, I can sneak the fixes in… you see the issue.
AHA, that’s Ger at the door. He’ll distract me… “Oh, honey! It’s time for champers!!!!!”