WAG - On your mark...Set...and...?
Um... Things have gotten "interesting" here.
I use that ambiguous, hazy all-encompassing adjective because we got returns back and finalized, but don't have the specific breakdown - as requested.
I hate continuing to come up with crazy metaphors, but they keep coming to me.
I feel like I've come up to the line and am in position. The starter has called out "ready, set...," and pointed the gun in the air, but has refused to fire it.
As I'm glancing at the others posed to sprint, I can see how everyone's dealing with it.
Some are pacing like my editor, who looks like he's going through drug withdrawls. The two who were working on the pot initiative, have curled up for a nap. The Onion's website is being scanned. One is playing solitaire, and a call just came in to report specific returns could take up to another 30 to 60 minutes.
It seems impossible to fit everything in the print deadlines.
In the past 2 minutes, things have gone from tense to deflated.
As a person raised on the American cinema, we're always disapointed by an anti-climatic conclusion.
That's it? Couldn't you have come up with one more twist? One last grand explosion?
We're still cracking jokes, but thre doesn't seem to be much left to do. I've heard people make the comment that the last couple of hours have been similar to when war broke out, stress-wise.
Last time, the press broke down and a lot of good reporting and hard work went unrecognized.
Boy is life ironic, and repetitive.
Sometimes you get one last shot in. Other days, you've just got to walk away.
It looks like it an "other" day.
Oh well.
'Just_pull_the_trigger'
