Rough Week Ahead

My Easter salmon was ruined today when I was hit by a nasty case of stage fright. I’m teaching a writing class for electrical engineers on Tuesday, and I'm a little stressed. I’m not a trainer; I'm a a copywriter and project manager. But because our department includes both creative services and training, I was drafted a couple of years ago to develop and teach one class a year on writing and grammar. This year, though, I’ll be developing and delivering three different levels of business writing courses — this week's class, one in May and another in June (which I'll delivery three times that month). I do a good job — I’m comfortable in front of a group, and I love talking about grammar and writing — but training is a little out of my element. Plus, I’m too damn busy at work anyway … but nobody listened. If history repeats itself, I’ll be up all night long Monday, pacing floors and gnawing nails until I leave for the office at 5:25 a.m. (my Starbucks opens at 5:30).

Pray for me Tuesday morning.

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