That's what I'm trying to say

Our typesetter isn't really a typesetter. She was a typesetter years ago, but the introduction of computer layout programs has made traditional typesetting something of an obsolete skill. It's a little sad, I guess. Typesetting has been a weird-but-true skill since [whenever] when Johan Gutenberg did his "invention of moveable type" thing.

What with not having any actual typesetting to do, our typesetter takes stories that have been corrected on paper by the editor and types them into Word documents. I then take those Word documents and lay them out in Quark. (Yeah, I know: Quark. Ugh.)

The system works, because it has to. When it doesn't work, things get interesting. This week, for instance, our printer moved our production deadline from Thursday night to noon Wednesday, which meant work had to be done more quickly throughout the production cycle.

We can do it!

Unless it snows Monday morning.

"Snow? Wha huh?"

Our typesetter doesn't like snow, to the extent that she didn't come in to work on Monday. Remember the super-shortened production week? Yeah, that Monday.

I can't believe I feel guilty about leaving work 30 minutes early at the end of a slow day, while our typesetter-who's-not-a-typesetter doesn't come in because of snow.

I can't believe I'm complaining about this. She probably took a personal day or a sick day. She'd better have taken a personal day or a sick day. Regardless, I now know that all bets are off. When you come for a visit, I'll skip whatever workdays you want and we'll hang out.