Suddenly Single Journey

My not so magical moments…

Author: thenicknick

Okay, let me begin by saying you have NO IDEA how much work blogging is.  And I don’t just mean for me.  I mean for the people who have to work with me, help me, hold my hand, carry me, and fix my never ending mistakes.

Take the most recent post that I wrote for Deep South Moms.  I mean, first we’ve already discussed that I have an editor…nay, a TEAM of editors on that site.  It takes a host of people to proof me and approve me and make me public-friendly.  Yes, more than one.

Now, I have mostly worked with one…and by that I mean virtually, so that she has never seen me in person or heard the melodic sound of my voice.  (Okay, some people think it’s melodic, others complain, and still others have suggested that if my day job doesn’t work out I should get a 1-900 number.  Right.  So, I guess I have that going for me…)

Anyway…on Wednesday I had a few extra minutes and a bit of inspiration that I decided to parlay into my next Deep South Moms post.  I finished writing the piece over here on this site and copied it onto Typepad, their blogging platform.  Seemed simple enough.  Added the picture, previewed it, read it aloud to check for mistakes and readability.  Satisfied with the results, I ended up hitting publish.  See, my only options for the buttons were ‘preview’ (which I had already done) and ‘publish’ (which was something the editors were supposed to do.)  For some reason, the ’save’ option, which would have sent the post in the appropriate line up and put it before the editors, was not an option.  Hmmm.

Well, my mistake was readily and ever so publicly apparent.  As in, it went live on the site.  Oops.  In fact, that was the title of my first email to the woman I am now going to refer to as Poor A.  I explained that somehow I had managed to publish.  Could she pull it?

And then I read over the post.  Hmmm.  It didn’t have the normal indicator in the title that the post hadn’t been approved.  Maybe they magically approved me that quickly?  Maybe I was finally getting it and didn’t need a revision?  Maybe I was…gifted…a little magical…and it had to be seen IMMEDIATELY?

So, I sent ANOTHER email.  A ‘my bad must be it was approved’ email.  Only my email crossed Poor A’s and instead of communicating.  We were suddenly embroiled in a game of catch up culminating in me making more work for her.  (Now do you see why I call her Poor A?)

For me, it’s hard to know how to be helpful sometimes.  I saw that she had left me a message about the picture quality being bad, too blurry.  So I needed to change it.  And I was in the middle of doing that when her next email came through…telling me to leave it alone, since she had solved the problem.

So here’s what I wrote back:

Ummm.  About that.  I made it as far as deleting the photo when the email came through.  I’m just going to let you put that photo back in and back away SLOWLY while being ever so thankful that technology prevents you from reaching through the computer to throttle me.  (Because clearly my reflexes aren’t going to cut it.)

On the bright side…you only have to work with me twice a month and the button has changed to ’save’ instead of ‘publish.’  Told you that you were magic.

Happy holidays.  And my New Year’s resolution will be to not be a pain in your posterior.  Good one, huh?

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