Category Archives: New Job New Boss

The death of social media and why I don’t surf

Finally feeling slightly better. After a day of cold medicine and duvet time, I feel only slightly human.

Sorry for the lack of post yesterday, but ended up leaving work early and crawling into bed, but not before the usual Monday drama…which actually started on Sunday night.

I was woken to my phone ringing at 2am and I thought it was HP (as he wasn’t home when I got in), and it wasn’t. It was Sarah. Screaming. She was yelling that I never got over her and Pete, and that’s why I sent him to Canada. Continue reading

Walking Office Space

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

Omissions and bravado followed by something positive

Oh, by the way, we paid the registration and nonrefundable plane ticket for MacDraggyFeet to go to Berlin for the Publishing Conference. And, she didn’t go. At the last minute her goat fell ill. Yep, she has goats. Oh, and it gets better. She didn’t tell anyone she didn’t go, it just came up in conversation today. And how it’s come up in conversation is even more annoying than the fact that she didn’t go.

Patch and BigEyes’ flirting session moved from how he’s the happy martyr to his role in the Frankfurt Book Fair. (Which, by the way, was not a part of our Monday meeting. At no point did neither MacDraggyFeet or Patch even mention their trip.)

Here’s how today’s most recent conversation went between Patch and BigEyes… Continue reading

Alone in a sea of ejits

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

Been demoted

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

I cannot believe I am still in this stupid office

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.

Chained to my desk with her robot eyes

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