The editor from Hell has assigned me another story to do, when deadline is on Monday. I already have the 'already proposed' contents to do before then.
The rule is that all magazine contents are decided beforehand and written onto a sheet. But no. Not this week. Because apparently we had a discussion about this non-written-down story last year.
I know I smoked alot of pot on my holiday, but this conversation is completely new to me.
We never had it. And if we did, why isn't it written down on the sheet??
She's trying to pyschologically fuck me up. But I stand strong! We never had a converstaion that went along the lines of me saying, "Well fuck it, just add on a whole lot of other work for me to do whenever you fancy, and don't bother to put it on the list."
And! She bought herself a new watch today and! showed me.
So while work is hell, my love life is good, for once. I'm introducing Small Bum to my two best guy friends tonight. This could be worse than introducing him to my eccentric parents. They are like my brothers and will probably ask, "So, Small Bum, what are your intentions with our Peas?" I've even told him to start shitting himself in preparation.
I think a bottle of wine may be in order tonight.