both of us - fold and put away clothes from drying racks
me - vacuum front room - carpet and furniture (damn animals)
me - use up as much of the perishable food as I can (lunch will be a big salad and left over chicken, guac for mac?, baked potatoes for dinner?, sautéed greens for me)
both of us - vacuum respective bedrooms, put away clothes
both of us - pack
me - litter boxes
mac - vacuum furniture in backroom
me - DEAL WITH THE PAPER EVERYWHERE
me - upload medical bills to sf
me - start taxes?
me - check all bills to make sure are paid
me - food scraps to compost.

That should take a bit. Now to shower and get dressed and get going. Last night I did start a bit by sweeping kitchen and back room and taking out recycling.

I keep singing Graceland with altered lyrics - "we're going to Iceland, Iceland, Reykjavik city, we're going to Iceland [doodle-doodle deedle-deedle-dum bom bom] Amsterdam's on the way, and then there's an eclipse and we're in Iceland" etc Should be doing my self-eval that is due while I'm gone, but my brain won't stop with the singing.

SO MUCH LOVE

Less love--we are consolidating two offices into one today though the weekend, and last night they delivered the materials that we are supposed to add to the library here. The carts are still wrapped in plastic, but even so, I can tell that they screwed up in terms of what they were supposed to bring us.

I keep singing Graceland with altered lyrics - "we're going to Iceland, Iceland, Reykjavik city, we're going to Iceland [doodle-doodle deedle-deedle-dum bom bom] Amsterdam's on the way, and then there's an eclipse and we're in Iceland"

This may be stuck in my head the rest of the day...

Am so irked at coworker/manager (she's in charge of the project, but not really in charge of me)--she's on some work trip or something this week, which, fine. But then when I tried to call her work cellphone (in her email sig file), it didn't have voicemail set up. I knew she wouldn't have email most of the day, but emailed her anyway to be like WTF. She replied saying "Oh, here's my personal cell!". Um, NO. Either set up the voicemail, or change the number in your sig file. Work gives us the option of either using our own cell (and they reimburse) or providing us a cell. PICK ONE. (And then this morning HER boss was emailing me all "we have this meeting today and I'm not sure if she's running it or what and I can't get ahold of her" and apparently even the personal cell isn't picking up. GRR)

Someone just walked by my office saying, "We're like The West Wing right now, and I love it." Hee!

I had a charming morning, starting when I checked my flight status this morning to discover that my flight to Houston was cancelled. This was not good, since I have a 1 pm flight to LA for the con shrift is missing due to a funeral, and that I almost missed because of a funeral. The wait time to talk to a person was 40 minutes, so I headed to the airport, working out scenarios in my head.

The agent tells me, "You've been rebooked on the 9:26 flight." Which was my original flight. They just got a new plane and a new flight number.

So I am safely in the Houston airport, eating lunch. I'm glad it worked out, but I wish they'd spared me the heart attack.

two day turnaround

IEEE also has a two-day proof turnaround for most of our journals. I think it's unreasonably short too, and it's ridiculous that it doesn't take business days into account. But I have the luxury of being able to mostly ignore it -- just get me the proof back the day before the scheduled online-posting date, and I don't care. I'm usually able to give them at least a week in actual practice. I'll only go to a co-author to review the article if the corresponding author fails to communicate with me. If they don't get it back to me in time, I get to enter a Reason For Delay in the database, and as long as that reason is not me (spoiler: it's never me), no one else really cares either. They're not tracking whether it got back in two days, they're tracking whether it posted on schedule. The higher-ups know that 2 days is too tight, they know no one can control what the authors do, and they're mainly concerned with being able to say "it wasn't our fault!".

I keep singing Graceland with altered lyrics - "we're going to Iceland, Iceland, Reykjavik city, we're going to Iceland [doodle-doodle deedle-deedle-dum bom bom] Amsterdam's on the way, and then there's an eclipse and we're in Iceland"

Love it!

In snow news, my sister is stuck in the San Antonio airport. She was supposed to fly home today, now she probably won't get out of there until 6am tomorrow. She says it's like The Terminal only everyone is Tom Hanks.

Hey, today makes two years at this job (including the time spent temping). Time flies. And I'm not all fed up with it and looking to go somewhere else, yet, so that's nice.

They're not tracking whether it got back in two days, they're tracking whether it posted on schedule. The higher-ups know that 2 days is too tight, they know no one can control what the authors do, and they're mainly concerned with being able to say "it wasn't our fault!".

That's basically how the AMA rolls, too, from what I understand. They track how long an article is out, but as long as it gets posted on schedule, it's all good.

But you can't give authors a week, because then they'll take 10-14 days. If you give them 2 days, you stand a good chance of getting it back within 4. (Plus, the 2 days also works for authors who return their article on time but don't answer half the queries, so we can't do anything with the article until they just do what we asked them to do in the first place, and the process of getting them to just answer the fucking questions about why their percentages are all incorrect ends up putting us back at 4 days.)

It's the publishing equivalent of telling your chronically late husband we need to be at the party at 2:00, when it's really 3:00. Not that I would know anything about consistently lying about the time of an event to my husband. For 9 years.

Argh. And since I complained about the one project here? The other project has now gone all to hell. I really am so fed up with this shit.