why the hell my stomach has to hurt because I'm pregnant. We're talking two different organs here! I don't understand why a baked potato is about the only thing that makes my stomach feel slightly normal. I am telling you, this kid had better be worth all the pain and suffering (Jacob, please don't write a 500-word comment on how it won't be worth it).
I wake up feeling like crap and it lasts until after I've eaten a pretty good lunch - oh but not too much, cause it would just come right back up again. Then, about two hours later, I feel like crap again. I'm suppose to be drinking all day, and I am trying. But that just makes my stomach feel acidic. Blah! Supposedly, this will go away in the next... SIX WEEKS!!! Double Blah!
But anyway, no one really wants to hear about my digestive troubles.
This has been a crazy week at work. The college for which I work is hosting the founder's family in a family reunion. I'm talking more than 100 people from one family from Thursday until Sunday. It's actually pretty cool if you are in to genealogy, and the family tree they have posted on the wall in the main building is 28 feet long!
But at event like this, much is needed in the way of publications and art, and that's where I come in. For this event alone, I have been given the tasks of creating the following items:
Save-the-Date postcard
Invitation/brochure (this one was a doozy! It included a schedule, hotel info and a tear-off registration form that I created to fit inside a regular envelope so they wouldn't have to fold it or anything - thank you, thank you very much)
Nametags
Directory (which I had to compare with an online version, even though that's not really my responsibility)
T-shirts
Signs directing the family once they got here
Final schedule to give to each family due to changes since the mailing of the brochure
Now, you may not think this sounds like much, and maybe it isn't. It just felt like it. Correcting the artwork, working with printers, using four or five different programs depending on what is needed, attending every meeting, editing every word, checking with the post office on the postal indicia I created for the backs of the mailed pieces, having the carpentry shop make stakes for us to use for the signs, hammering in said stakes/signs, and today, manning the registration desk for a couple of hours have all got me counting down the hours until this baby is over!
I've enjoyed the design, but I don't think I could ever be a special event planner! There are three designers here, but anytime one of us works on a piece for a specific event, that same person is in charge of all pieces from there on - in order to keep a good consistency through each piece. Makes pretty good sense to me. I seem to be catching a lot of the special events here lately, but that's OK!
To tie my two topics here together, this is a just a bit harder to do when you really just feel like staying in bed in the morning or having a trash can next to you at your computer (but I'm not out to gross people out, you know?). But I will hold my head up and away from the toilet and work my butt off in the name of all those women who have done the same before me! You men have it SO good...
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It won't be worth it, but you'll think it will. That's fewer than 500 words, so I'll assume it's ok.
Also, that seemed like a lot of work to me, but then I have a very low-level experience with event planning, so I realize how long some of that stuff takes.
Sounds like a LOT of work, actually. Any chance we can see some of it, or is that unprofessional to post work photos on your personal blog?
Sorry to hear you're having a rough first trimester. I'll see if Jonathan has any osteopathic treatment ideas for you...preferably ones that don't involve you flying to France and laying on the table in our living room.
You do have a parasite growing inside you. I mean, when people have any other bug, the stomach problems are assumed. You just have a cute parasite inside you. It's kinda like how the dolphins were the poster animal for safe tuna nets. It's somehow different if the thing in question is cute.
Also under 500 words. And remember that ultimately I support your breeding.
I think I should clarify! I didn't do ALL of these pieces this week - but over several weeks. But there were plenty of other jobs dwindled in there. Like I said, there are three designers. But we do anywhere from 600 to 800 jobs a year, so you do the math...
Oh yeah, and Kari, I would put photos of the material, but I don't want to mention the name of the place I work on here and the name is all over the stuff.
Good point by Julie: there is a parasite growing in there. Fortunately, it has an assigned exit date, as opposed to staying forever. (Unfortunately, that date is still about eight months away.)
You're handling it well, Meaghan. I'm not sure how well I would function if I constantly felt queasy.
So if we have to eat potatoes every night, then potatoes it is.
Aw, poor girl! We can do potatoes when you come!
That does sound like a lot of work, but it sounds like cool work :) Sorry you're not feeling well. At least baked potatoes only take a few minutes to make in the microwave. I tend to make twice-baked potatoes a lot...but I don't know if cheese and bacon would turn your stomach or not. I like it though!
Acidic? You are drinking WATER, right?
Yeah, Mickey, it's water. I know, you'd think I was drinking a dang science experiment or something!
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