The Zaftig Chronicles

Yeah, things are pretty hectic right now. Just taking a spare moment to write this has fucked up my schedule.  Work has made me a zombie; I'm living off air, Kung Pao chicken, Fresca, and phone calls to half my workforce to attack their incompetence. I'm so swamped. I don't even think I will finish everything by next week.  Seriously, life gets like this at this time of the year. Trust me, interesting things are happening, but I just don't have the time right now to chronicle them. Bear with me. And thanks for the caring emails. Things should resume briefly.

I have a distaste for drama queens. And "Heather" is one. The ASAP message was for one print that had the wrong background. ONE PRINT! Something so simple to correct. I was embarrassed for her. She answered her door with her hair a mess, and looking like she really loss sleep over this simple error. "Glad you came. I'm a wreck about this," she said. "I brought them home Friday, but I just looked at them this morning. Come in. Come in." When she showed me the glossy prints, I was expecting to see something terribly wrong, but they looked the same. "I don't see the problem," I said. Fidgeting, she ruffled through the correct ones to the one with the problem. "Here." "Oh, it's just the background. Is this the only one?" "Well, yeah." She genuinely looked shocked that I didn't go into a major breakdown over ONE PRINT. "It's not like we have to do a whole run again. This one can be fixed quite qui...