It seems that this "extra" day, this February 29th that only comes around every four years, is cosmically cursed. Everything was going along swimmingly until 12:30 last night (technically this morning, I suppose, when we crossed into this tacked-on day that shouldn't really exist, apparently ;).
Here's what happened:
So for the last month, we've been building up to the release of an exciting new Stamping Secrets eBook at Ella Publishing Co.! The entire month has been leading up to this day and the release of this new eBook:
So, at 12:30 last night, I finished writing the big announcement email, and prepared to fall blissfully asleep a full hour or two earlier than I had for the last three nights. I was exhausted; my body was SO ready for rest.
And then Bleep Day happens, in the following order:
* I meant to schedule the email for several hours later—early this morning—but accidentally sent it right away. #$*#%!
* Then some scheduled site maintenance for ellapublishing.com went awry at 1:00 a.m., causing the site to go down RIGHT AFTER I EMAILED THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE, INVITING THEM TO COME OVER. #$*#%!!!
* I was able to wake up one of my website developers and get him working on the problem, while I lay on my sofa, not sleeping, debating whether to send a retraction email saying: NEVER MIND, DON'T COME OVER YET. NOBODY'S HOME!
* I fall asleep for exactly one hour, all the while dreaming that my site is back up, but everything I've added to it in the last week has disappeared. #$*#%!!!!
* As morning on the East Coast approaches (when people will awake and actually see the invitation to come over to the deserted party) the developer throws up his hands. He's tried everything he can think of. We need to try the other guy, whom we can't reach until after 7. #$*#%!!!!!
* I decide to send the DON'T COME OVER email to the 8,000 people I mistakenly emailed earlier and just go to sleep. And I instantly get an error message saying I've exceeded my allowable number of business emails for the month. And if I want to send this one, I'm going to have to PAY through the nose. Or, I could wait until March 1, and then the email would be part of my regular plan. (I wanted to scream that in any other year, today WOULD BE be March 1st, but somebody had to go and tack on that extra day.) #$*#%!!!!!
* I fall asleep again for exactly one hour, knowing that while my website may still be down, at least I've warned people not to come over. And at 7 :15 a.m., I finally hear from the other guy, who had the site back up in 2.2 seconds! And none of my recent work was lost! It was just a weird little thing only he knew how to do. Hooray!
* And then I send the IT'S OKAY, YOU CAN COME OVER NOW email (again paying through the nose because it is still not March 1st, although I think it definitely SHOULD be).
* I then proceed to have similar, gremlin-like issues with two other completely unrelated online services that I depend upon for my business. #$*#%!!!!!
* And then Keira awakes, and my day begins. She smears her entire head with peanut butter at breakfast, and then feeds my credit card to the dog, who chomps right through it in one bite as if it were made of fruit leather. :)
It's okay, I can do this. I've survived on 120 minutes of sleep before, I'm sure.
I'd like to turn off every machine in my house and pretend like it's 1906. But it's freezing, windy, and gray outside today (of course) and we'll need the furnace at least. Wish me luck.
Sorry about my language.
(And thanks to my friend and marketing guru, Yvette, for coining the term "Bleep Day.")