probably giving me an ulcer too

by justine

you know how everything just quadruples in annoying factor *KAPOW* once you’re already ticked off?

yeah. work is doing that to me now.

specifically, “senior writers” who have the whole day to gossip and whine with a fucking grating high-pitched keen. i know you’re dying, but could you take two steps in any direction to talk to someone instead of wheezing out their names over and over and over? if they didn’t hear you the first time, they won’t hear you the 34th time either. oh, sorry, forgot you’re the fucking queen of viagra. you know what, fuck you.

“art directors” who need you to hold their hand every step of the way. come in at 11:30, chat on the phone for half an hour, then yum cha, but “soooo busy la” while squealing “TEDDY BUBU I LOVE YOU” while stomping your feet and looking around to get a reaction. ya you know what? no one cares, keep it to yourself.

another fella shouting down the phone “BUSY LA , BRO!” ya maybe you can ask you boss to come in earlier rather than trying to cover up the fact that she has come in at 3-fucking-pm for no good reason. and maybe she can do more than forward emails direct with everyone’s address in it. i might as well contact julian lee from bates141 and get the brief direct. i’ll put big money that julian’s way better (for one he’s never been annoying).

another “account manager” never done deck before. fine. doesn’t read copysheet. “oh i skimmed through and thought it looked right” and “oh where are the titles?” if you aren’t going to do your fucking job, don’t expect me to treat you with any respect.

fucking “project manager” who has the IQ of a snail. no idea of scope, costing, timing. then what? lazy to boot. stop asking people to chase work for you, you stupid cunt. and yes, i know i’m not DYING like some other writers, but i’m busy so fuck off and get a real job. sheesh.

god, i can’t wait to leave this pit of annoyance and incompetence. but then again, i’m such a FUCK FACE™, so good riddance to me too.