Hemi-demi-semiquaver

i'm not so buoyant after the client wanted magic on a tight timeline and blasted me when i protested politely, even less so after creative blasted me for letting the client outblast me into taking down art direction notes from her. I get saggy when creative makes silly mistakes because she's pissed off, lower still when i missed spotting the mistake because it's fucking depressing to be the scratching post for bitchy itches so many times in one hour.

well, being upset can be distracting.

I catch up with some sad sod paperwork and my boss comes back from his meeting to blast me with sarcastic sighs for not seeing the obvious. That lecture takes too long, when i get back to my desk there're 2 phone messages, urgent emails and a courier waiting because no one else figured out that all couriers want is someone to scrawl something & stamp on their pad and take whatever they're holding. simple. think, folks, think.

Hemi-demi-semiquaver of a sigh, and try to get back to work.

i get back to cleaning my 40 mounting boards with ronsonol because some idiot used the wrong, permanent spray mount. i work on binary code like admatrix, slowly booking something like 75 ads in a roll. that computer is on dial-up, it's fucking slow. i rip through 9 daily papers. that's 45 in a week, 180 in a month.

hello, forget it, can't finish this because the door bell is ringing off it's hook and i'm the door bitch.