Life on Mars
There is much going on at the Toy Factory this week:
* I’m working on an insane number of toys at once. This makes me nervous. And also tired.
* One of the toymakers is behaving badly. Very badly. He has very nearly derailed the project and he is making a lot of work for us. I am surviving by taking the high road in real life and the low road in my head. “It is almost over” is my new mantra. If I had a voodoo doll, it would look like a porcupine.
*One of my toys was written about in two papers of record on the same day. You know what happens when two papers of record cover your toy on the same day? You get a thank you note from the president of the Toy Factory. I have been here more than two years now and I am still amazed to work at a place where when people think you’re doing a good job, they tell you so.
In other news, we are making holiday plans. I haven’t had a day off in nearly three weeks, so a holiday is sounding pretty good right now. And while I’m a little sad that it will just be the three of us, I’m grateful that I don’t have to get on yet another plane next week. Thanksgiving groceries are accumulating in odd corners of the apartment. There are cans of pumpkin on the pantry shelf and bag of flour stands on top of the refrigerator a little too close to the door. It is an Abbott and Costello gag waiting to happen. It adds that crucial element of danger to everyday living.
And speaking of danger, a friend of mine has shared this list of 27 things only New Yorkers are afraid of and even though I am seriously irritated by headlines declaring random numbers of things in a list, I am, in fact, afraid of all of these things and thus found it very funny. Also, the cellar doors are no joke. Ditto for the upside-down subway dudes.