Stressfulness
Jan. 20th, 2006 03:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desayunoencamaLately, I've been too busy, I feel like I'm in NYC or something (where this pace is constant and normal, that's why I left!).
I'm usually pretty good at scheduling my time to let me do everything at the last minute but still get everything done.
Tuesday, I was asked to translate a website by Thursday afternoon. Since I had already agreed to meet friends at book presentations on Tuesday and Wednesday night, I figured I'd do it Wed night after the presentation and Thursday morning (today).
But at the Wed event, my friend Jesus got a call from someone and mentioned it to us in case we were interested in also meeting this gay American writer who was visiting because a play of his was about to debut in Spain next week (at Circulo de Bellas Artes, where we were for the presentation). Turns out that the playwright is Jeff Baron, who I know from one of those strange NYC coincidences (my neighbor introduced us as fellow Jewish gay writers) and he'd given me tickets to see VISITIG MR. GREEN back in 1997 (which I and my grandmother both enjoyed).
Anyway, Jeff called me shortly after I got home, since Jesus had been so tickled by the small-worldedness of things ("You know Jeff Baron?" he asked, and I rattled off his email address from memory; not that we correspond much, but it had stuck) and I met him for a drink around 10:30pm, giving him some tips on Madrid.
But as a result, I was behind schedule in terms of the translation, and I always need a certain amount of frittering time when I'm deadline (I know myself). I was up far too late (6am) and this morning I was awakened at 10:30 by a telemarketer (argh!).
By the time I gave up and crawled out of bed, schlepping my computer to Berkana to work with fewer (or at lest different) distractions, I was starting to get a headache from lack of sleep. And then had all sorts of technical problems, switching files between the mac mini (system 10) and the portable (system 9, still, and such an old version of word it doesn't open .doc files, I have to translate them into .rtf first). The memory stick wasn't working, so I had to dash back home to save the files again on a different memory stick, and of course, when I opened the files on my portable, all the accents and other Spanish characters came through as gobbledeygook.
Luckily, my friend Norberto (who usually comes to Berkana in the mornings as well, to write and gossip with me) went off to lunch and left me his PC laptop to work on, where I did the bulk of the rest of the translation (cleaning it up when I got home to the mini).
Meanwhile, my friend Ximo arrived from Valencia for the weekend (although I've barely seen him). Sara also came back from Cadiz and I had promised to help her unload the car at 9. But an acquaintance called because he'd bought AMIGOS Y VECINOS as a gift for someone and wanted me to sign it, so I agreed to meet him for a coffee before heading to Sara's. And of course as I'm heading out I got three or four calls I had to take (discuss the translation, my parents, etc.)
Then, during coffee, another acquaintance called to ask if I was free to go to the theater at 10:30 tonight, he had an extra ticket.
So nothing really out-of-this-world, just dash dash dash hither and yon, which I'm no longer used to.
I think part of the feeling anxiousness right now is also because I haven't read anything in a few days. Just a few days, but it's as much the fact that life lately has been too hectic to have time to read anything as the not-reading that leaves me moody.
Anyway, hopefully tomorrow will be calmer. I don't have anything scheduled, I think, except for catching up on deadlines (many of them self-imposed, but others not) that have passed for a dozen things. :-)
I'm usually pretty good at scheduling my time to let me do everything at the last minute but still get everything done.
Tuesday, I was asked to translate a website by Thursday afternoon. Since I had already agreed to meet friends at book presentations on Tuesday and Wednesday night, I figured I'd do it Wed night after the presentation and Thursday morning (today).
But at the Wed event, my friend Jesus got a call from someone and mentioned it to us in case we were interested in also meeting this gay American writer who was visiting because a play of his was about to debut in Spain next week (at Circulo de Bellas Artes, where we were for the presentation). Turns out that the playwright is Jeff Baron, who I know from one of those strange NYC coincidences (my neighbor introduced us as fellow Jewish gay writers) and he'd given me tickets to see VISITIG MR. GREEN back in 1997 (which I and my grandmother both enjoyed).
Anyway, Jeff called me shortly after I got home, since Jesus had been so tickled by the small-worldedness of things ("You know Jeff Baron?" he asked, and I rattled off his email address from memory; not that we correspond much, but it had stuck) and I met him for a drink around 10:30pm, giving him some tips on Madrid.
But as a result, I was behind schedule in terms of the translation, and I always need a certain amount of frittering time when I'm deadline (I know myself). I was up far too late (6am) and this morning I was awakened at 10:30 by a telemarketer (argh!).
By the time I gave up and crawled out of bed, schlepping my computer to Berkana to work with fewer (or at lest different) distractions, I was starting to get a headache from lack of sleep. And then had all sorts of technical problems, switching files between the mac mini (system 10) and the portable (system 9, still, and such an old version of word it doesn't open .doc files, I have to translate them into .rtf first). The memory stick wasn't working, so I had to dash back home to save the files again on a different memory stick, and of course, when I opened the files on my portable, all the accents and other Spanish characters came through as gobbledeygook.
Luckily, my friend Norberto (who usually comes to Berkana in the mornings as well, to write and gossip with me) went off to lunch and left me his PC laptop to work on, where I did the bulk of the rest of the translation (cleaning it up when I got home to the mini).
Meanwhile, my friend Ximo arrived from Valencia for the weekend (although I've barely seen him). Sara also came back from Cadiz and I had promised to help her unload the car at 9. But an acquaintance called because he'd bought AMIGOS Y VECINOS as a gift for someone and wanted me to sign it, so I agreed to meet him for a coffee before heading to Sara's. And of course as I'm heading out I got three or four calls I had to take (discuss the translation, my parents, etc.)
Then, during coffee, another acquaintance called to ask if I was free to go to the theater at 10:30 tonight, he had an extra ticket.
So nothing really out-of-this-world, just dash dash dash hither and yon, which I'm no longer used to.
I think part of the feeling anxiousness right now is also because I haven't read anything in a few days. Just a few days, but it's as much the fact that life lately has been too hectic to have time to read anything as the not-reading that leaves me moody.
Anyway, hopefully tomorrow will be calmer. I don't have anything scheduled, I think, except for catching up on deadlines (many of them self-imposed, but others not) that have passed for a dozen things. :-)
