Category Archives: Office Work

Film and boss deconstruction

Goatee and I went and saw Mockingjay last night. What an amazing series. I could never get into the books too much, mostly because they are written in first person present tense and that drives me crazy. But the films I am really into. I leave the theatre feeling totally fearless and like I can take on the world. (And the films aren’t as gory as the books.) Continue reading

Stupid stupid data

I am the biggest fuck wit. Talked the crew into buying a proper database. One that we can record all kinds of stats on that we can gather from social media and other such junk, and then use to target specific readers. It will also help us keep track of our authors and royalties and payments and such. And it will help us keep track of our best performing publishers. Continue reading

Blogging about work turns out to be productive

I want to sleep!

Because interns aren’t allowed to do the books, NFEditor is supposed to do her own accounts now. But being that she’s a lazy ignorant cow who couldn’t get through the self-checkout lane at Tesco, let alone organise her own budget, she’s just handed all her stuff over to Intern2. So, despite the ruling that interns aren’t supposed to be responsible for money, Intern2 is now responsible for money. Better him than me. Continue reading

A Sore Head and a Right Bollocking from Boobs

My head is still a little sore. HarryPotter and I went out to the pub after work, just a quiet drink. Then a mate of his turned up, and they started talking about football, or maybe it was rugby. I don’t know, I wasn’t listening. Continue reading

Very Petty Cash

So knackered. Up all night reading MyAuthor’s manuscript and Boobs wants me to spend today writing briefs on the changes I would implement in the book, marketing strategies, authors for recommendation, and any other ideas I might have. At this point, I wouldn’t change a thing in MyAuthor’s book, but I should probably come up with some changes – so at least it looks like I’m doing my job. Of the three other books I’ve been given, one’s ready for copyediting, but luckily I don’t have to do that. Although, I need to contact the copyeditor and sort out the details. And I need to schedule an appointment with the other two authors to discuss changes Boobs has in mind for the book. Continue reading

An Office of One’s Own

The Office all to Myself

Did you know that today and tomorrow are Bank Holidays? I didn’t. (It’s only a Bank Holiday today in England, Scotland gets two days.) I found out this morning when I got up for work assuming that Goatee was going to give me a ride, only to discover him still in bed having a lie-in.

I’m the only one at the office, and I’m in to check emails and voice messages. Continue reading

Breaking and Entering

We were sitting in the Wednesday morning meeting today, when someone comes through the front door. Of course, I wasn’t at my desk because I was at the meeting, so I got up to see who it was coming in. (Oh, by the way. Picking up coffee and muffins for the morning meeting is so much easier by chauffeured car.) But before I could round the corner to get to front of the office, this man comes striding through into the back. He was wearing a grey suit and had a shoulder bag. I thought that maybe he was a pushy cold-calling salesman, so I asked ‘Can I help you?’ Continue reading