pr stands for prostitutional retail

so i totally wrote like two entries this week which are so not there.

but that is neither here nor there. my real worry is the inordinant amount of valley-speak in that sentence.

linguistic snobbery aside, i am on the verge of mental collapse.

although my add/ocd tendencies are erratic at best, i find myself compelled to put forth every effort in this mediocre retil job.

most of the time this is an utter waste which leads to me sitting up all night worried about that simon and schuster returns note and if i need to hotline in the new young bond title for monday.

but sometimes it so completely pays off. a themed-month gimick yields massive publisher support and author visit. author visit becomes tour - and i am now in full on business card schmoozing mode with lunch meetings and a launch party tonight ...

today was 200 tweeners in a massive auditorium with gift bags and autographs.

best of all, i am the golden child of said publisher and have landed the premiere (and a limited edition pre-release copy) of next fall's best newcomer. Seriously, I will be the only person with a copy outside the company and will be hosting the press release party london houses are vying for.

a lame thing to be excited over, i know. but somehow it makes such a difference that somebody gets that i am good at this. that wasting my time on little thing like projection dvds and negotiating better margins turns out for the best.

give me a year - if i am not out of retail i promise to bite the bullet and get a phd at bryn mar and finally make that leap to full time academic lesbian.