I’ve been falling behind on the assignments I have to complete, so I’m writing this post as a reminder to myself that I need to get back on target.  Last week was a crazy one at work.  We had a major function on the property last night.

When I woke this morning, I was ecstatic that it was over.  Stressful is an understatement.  But I guess any major event carries its own set of headaches.  I enjoyed watching Sean Kingston perform and thought the show would have been wrapped up after his stint on stage.  Not so.  It was three o’ clock before the police shut off the sound.  Should I mention the word ecstatic in relation to how I felt when everything went quiet?  Naw.  I’ll restrain myself.

I got the edits from the publisher, which was another challenge.

Some government workers make transacting business downright unpleasant.  Anyway, it would help matters if responsible adults like myself  ensure they have current identification cards to assist with smooth transactions. The lady behind the counter told me my signature on the two ID cards and the one I signed didn’t look the same.

I behaved myself, politely told the post mistress she was withholding a box of paper with no value to anyone but myself, and was eventually rewarded with my manuscript - after my husband came back with identification and signed the postal notice which I had already put my signature on the previous night.  I wondered why I bothered to send him to collect the package in the first place.   To say they closed the door behind me with indecent haste is an understatement, and it wasn’t even closing time yet.

Only in Jamaica.

Thankfully, the edits won’t constitute any major rewrites.

I need to get moving on an article to submit to the paper, which will fulfill my target for January.  If I don’t get it written within a week, I suppose I could cheat and send them a short story that hasn’t yet been published.  That’s getting something out there once per month, right?  We’ll see.

Long story short, focus, focus, focus.

On the hair saga…you know how versatile hair styling has become these days.  Following on my accident with the box of Brown Sable permanent colour, I saw the stylist on Friday.   We had a laugh over my black-as-midnight hair and then she set me up with some tracks that are a nice shade of brown.  I’m breathing sighs of relief and looking lots better for the addition of the colour.

Note to self - Don’t mess about with permanent colour ever again, even if the box shows pretty pictures of brown hair.  The professionals know best!

Have a wonderful week!