I haven’t been able to blog all weekend and it’s like I’ve had my mouth duct taped shut. Okay, not really. As I typed that I realised that kind of conjured up some sinister shit, and not being able to blog isn’t like being bound and gagged. But, wanted to post, but always had someone hovering over me. I’ll see how much I get through now, but may have to finish tomorrow, and I’ll try to hit the highlights rather than just waffle on.
So, Friday. I was all prepared to talk to Giles about Patch talking to publishers without even doing the most basic background. Had my notes and my points written out so I wouldn’t do one of my rambling freak-out which just ends in my crying ’It’s not fair’. Continue reading
Got a text from HP as I was coming home from work last night. The presentation in London went really well. He didn’t have anything to do with it, he was just along for the ride, to learn and all. But it was really interesting. (Side note: It’s weird. Since HP’s been gone we haven’t spoken once. All texts. And I don’t know if this is because we’re having problems, or if it’s just how we (society) is used to communicating. And even weirder, because of the texts I don’t feel like we haven’t talked. Drunk dial messages not included of course.) Anyway, he has to be in Glasgow today for work, so rather than come back to Dundee last night, then over to Glasgow this morning, he was taking the train from London to Glasgow yesterday then staying the night with Roger. Will I ever see my boyfriend again? Has been nice having the house to myself though. Continue reading
I have had an attrocious day and it started at 1 o’clock in the morning, but I’ll work backwards actually. With the most recent shit.
I was late coming into the office. This is has become a usual occurance as it takes two busses to get to work. And, to make matters worse, I had no sleep last night. But more on that later.
When I got in not only was Patch and MacDraggyFeet back from their European tour, but RobotPA was gone and she was replaced with someone who will be called BigEyes, for reasons which will shortly be explained. Oh, and the Intern was there, as was Giles.
Giles sarcastically thanked me for ‘joining them’ and says that we’re having the first of our weekly ‘Team Integration and Facilitaton Discourses’. In other words we were going to start having Team Meetings. Continue reading
It is 4:15 on a Friday and I am still in this office. Skies are blue and fluffy little white clouds are dotting the heavens. I want to not be in this dark dusty horrible warehouse of a place. The Intern at least has the excuse of school so she can leave, I have nothing. It’s not that I don’t want to work. I actually want to get through the rest of this manuscript by the end of the day, so I can send it back to the author, and I had planned on going through the Intern’s slush pile picks to see if she’s capable of as simple a task as reading.
All of this I could do from home, with a big glass of wine next to me. Or, even at the park by the house. Or…anywhere but here, actually. But, I can’t because RobotPA said that ‘You may be on a salary, but we expect you to fill your contractual hours.’ I don’t even have a contract for that matter. I said as much and she didn’t even turn or respond or anything, she just kept typing. Like the cyborg she is.
I cannot wait for Patch and MacDraggyFeet to come back so that RobotPA can go back to the metallic cave she came out of and leave me alone.
Oh my gawd. It’s a beautiful Friday and I’m stuck in this desolate office with a RobotPA who gives me an evil look every time I even shift in my chair. I’m still working on some manuscripts, so I’d be much happier at home on my sofa. But, no I’m here. Continue reading