Friday, May 22, 2009
Last Call of the Day
By Laura Doering
Join in on Laura's fun and experiences of bird ownership, and share in her adventures as the editor of BIRD TALK, the world’s most widely read pet bird magazine, in Wayward Feathers.
Fridays around here are either eerily quiet, like a library, or a whirlwind of meeting, copyedit, meeting, writing, another meeting, etc. Today was the latter. The busyness makes the day fly by like a fully flighted cockatiel.
In between running back and forth between my office and the MAC stations (where the magazine is laid out), I had a couple of messages from a lady saying “Call me.” So we played a game of phone tag. Each subsequent call came in as a vague “call me.” I’ve learned through the years that the last call on a Friday, when you’re itching to head home for the weekend, has a tendency to be the one you’d rather take on Monday.
I took a deep breath and dialed the number. Turns out, she was visiting out of town, forgot her issue of BIRD TALK and needed someone to look up a Show Calendar listing for her so she could get to the bird fair. I was happy to oblige. After all the hurriedness of the day, it was nice to help a bird-person in need.
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