Crappy Superhero

What a day yesterday.

I was alone in the office because Mrs. Big Boss and her partner in crime business were out selling on the other side of the state. I was quietly mucking around as I do when the boss is away...when I get a call from a client. Dun Dun Dunnnn!

Red Alert! Someone backed out of their ad and the newspaper is offering the client a $2,500 spot for $500. He needs an ad from nothing STAT - full color, the works.

I haven't even had my coffee yet, ok?

Rapid fire, I get three more calls.

1. From a CEO I've been calling to survey - wanting (now - at the least convenient time) to talk and tell me all his secrets.

2. From a writer (::swoon::) demanding his writing samples back.

3. From Mr. Big Boss who wants to know if I've picked up his dry cleaning.

I scramble to put it all together (by myself) and I feel like a superhero.

Later, Mrs. Big Boss comes back to the office and points out that the logo on the emergency ad would be better at the bottom, and there is too much copy. Well, it's too late now because the deadline has already passed. I feel like crap.

Then I roll the dice and call the baker. She loves my mockup website and practically signs me on the spot. I feel like a superhero.

The Fiancé tells me he needs to go with me on the baker sales (barter?) call, because I can't sell the technical side of the webpage. I feel like crap. (and totally pissed.)

Then we decide to go for sushi. Oh how I love sushi. I drown all my issues in sake - which makes me feel like a superhero, kind of.