Good morning? Don’t you dare! I hate mondays, I really do. To top it all off, I come in to work, check my emails and bang. Several stupid emails from several stupid middle/top managers. We have a deadline ( a week from today), I am on holidays from Wed 14 to Tue 20 and I am trying to get things done and what do they say: ‘Oh, we don’t like the faint blue line you put on that postcard’, ‘Can we not think about a different concept for the image?‘ or – wait for it – ‘Can we not organize a photo shoot, do we have time?’ - ARRGGGHHHH, no, we don’t have time to hire a model for a photo shoot, no, we can’t change the image and as for the faint blue line, live with it, alright? I still have to understand why some people get paid 50K+ to come up with such crap. Where have I gone wrong all these years? I mean, it’s different now. I have my own business and other plans, but can you believe there are people out there getting paid loads – yes, loads – to say such things??? They are not politicians either. I could understand if they were, but no. These are average people in average jobs with over inflated salaries. Do you think I need a coffee? I think I need a coffee. Black, strong and lots of it. As for mondays, this is going to be a long, long one. I hate mondays.
I am in prison (mea culpa) Wednesday, 7 May, 2008
Alright. This isn’t funny, you know? Finally gorgeous weather for the past few days. Good, I hear you saying. Yeah, bloody good is my reply. Today, Wed, working at home. Sending emails, contacting people, you know how it goes. Staring outside my window and thinking I could go to the park and read a book. Attention on the could bit. Because I won’t go outside. Instead, I’ll keep myself in this homely prison and carry on working. Damn, why do I have to be like this? Why can’t I be more carefree? Yeah, yeah, it is my own business, I know, I know. But wouldn’t it be great if I went to the park right now? Looking up at the sky, reading a book, having an ice-cream. Nooo. Why not. Good friends you are, keeping me here… I suppose I have to remember you lot when I am rich and famous. To top it all up, people are very keen and can’t stop replying to my emails! What’s wrong with humanity these days? Can’t they leave an email alone for five minutes? Gosh. Talking of which, must dash, I have a reply button to press…
