Groomzilla I Ain't

Wedding plans are coming along swimmingly. I've typed numerous detailed itineraries, corresponding to the equally numerous annotated reception hall maps, in an attempt to bring clarity to my ... I mean our wedding plan. The hotel knows what to serve and when to serve it. The DJ knows what to play and when. The reverend has a detailed script with notations on how to address the crowd. I've even prepared an itinerary and map for our families. I've booked the shuttle for brunch, our 4 night stay at the hotel suite, written out the entire text for the invite, and made a shot list for the photographer. It's amazing how much you can get done when your boss is traveling on business.

NARM is a music convention. It stands for something, something, whatever. Who cares as long as all my bosses are required to attend and it's not in Chicago, like it was last year. I'm responsible for creating all sorts of merchandising materials for the main NARM suite, separate music label suites, and coordinating the arrival of these materials which, for some reason, is harder than it sounds. It took me a solid week and a half to design, print, produce and ship everything. Barely a minute spent on anything else.

Currently, I'm looking at a pile of about two dozen work requests while more arrive via email constantly. Especially since everybody is back from NARM. While I printed some of simpler requests, I haven't even attempted or pretended to look at the others.

There are three things you can do at work: 1) Perform the task you are paid to do, 2) Waste time, 3) Be productive personally. The later is an accurate description of the week I just concluded. I definitely needed a break. Did I deserve a relaxed, personally constructive week because I worked late and skipped lunches while in NARM hell? Maybe, but I wasn't waiting around for anyone to give me a push. Instead widdling away the hours by following a Youtube link into infinity, I choose to firm up some wedding plans.

Jill from the hotel, along with Britney who's handling our brunch, are either amazed at my detailed planning or scared they are witnessing just the tip of my micro-managing, OCD planning prowess. They don't have to worry. I heart the idea of not doing a single thing in September for the wedding. That's why I'm doing so much now. During work. On the clock.