God damnit. I should get my ass back on that damn boat.
I'm designing a bridal magazine. It's beautiful, I love doing it, but at the same time I'm not getting a hell of a lot of direction. It feels super disorganized, which is probably why I feel like I'm struggling. (Not to mention seeing brides talk about their weddings hurts because I know I'll never have my "special" day.)
I took yesterday off because I have to work Saturday. Big mistake. My friend in charge of one of the weeklies had today off and of course the people who should have stepped in to take care of her job were MIA. One was sick, fine, understable, even. But the other one rolls in at 1 p.m., fucks around on the Internet for an hour and 15 minutes then asks if I need help. Our deadline is at 3! Too late now asshole. So then I give him A1 (as my friend had instructed me to do). He immediately begins rewriting all the heds and deks. I was so ready to snatch it out of his hands and say, "You can only be nit picky when you arrive to work on time and offer to help first thing instead of waiting until 45 minutes before deadline. Go away!" I'm debating having a little chat with his boss because it's ridiculous that I had to copy edit that paper alone (including first reads, which means I was the only one who read some of the major stories - very dangerour!). And to top it off the fucker bitched out a reporter for turning a story in "late" (the cops called him after he'd filed and hell he wanted to make sure he had the latest information). He says, "Well I'm the only one here!" You so do not have a right to bitch about that. You're always the only one there. You have an assistant for crying out loud, who by the way, in case you didn't notice, does the vast majority of your job for you.
And I'm so bloody fucking sexually frustrated. If I had something other than Chambord in the house, I'd be drinking!
I'm designing a bridal magazine. It's beautiful, I love doing it, but at the same time I'm not getting a hell of a lot of direction. It feels super disorganized, which is probably why I feel like I'm struggling. (Not to mention seeing brides talk about their weddings hurts because I know I'll never have my "special" day.)
I took yesterday off because I have to work Saturday. Big mistake. My friend in charge of one of the weeklies had today off and of course the people who should have stepped in to take care of her job were MIA. One was sick, fine, understable, even. But the other one rolls in at 1 p.m., fucks around on the Internet for an hour and 15 minutes then asks if I need help. Our deadline is at 3! Too late now asshole. So then I give him A1 (as my friend had instructed me to do). He immediately begins rewriting all the heds and deks. I was so ready to snatch it out of his hands and say, "You can only be nit picky when you arrive to work on time and offer to help first thing instead of waiting until 45 minutes before deadline. Go away!" I'm debating having a little chat with his boss because it's ridiculous that I had to copy edit that paper alone (including first reads, which means I was the only one who read some of the major stories - very dangerour!). And to top it off the fucker bitched out a reporter for turning a story in "late" (the cops called him after he'd filed and hell he wanted to make sure he had the latest information). He says, "Well I'm the only one here!" You so do not have a right to bitch about that. You're always the only one there. You have an assistant for crying out loud, who by the way, in case you didn't notice, does the vast majority of your job for you.
And I'm so bloody fucking sexually frustrated. If I had something other than Chambord in the house, I'd be drinking!
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obd:
design work often feels like swimming on a tightrope without a parachute. or something. there is more booze here than I've been able to lure anybody to drink. You'll have to work the rest out on your own.
shawndaddy:
Thanks for the welcome I can't believe it's been a year since I left. Good luck with the magazine design