bitch bitch bitch

today was a day from hell. 


fridays usually are though. i have a newspaper A section to finish so there's a proof by 5 pm. everything you can imagine kept me from doing it. i hate that part. i had tons of ads that kept coming in. ads that i had to do with NO information and a full page ad that my boss said he wanted formal. 2.5 hours later i had something formal for him. finally. formal is pretty hard when you get no input on what he wants. formal can go a lot of ways. 


great now i can start the paper. finally. 


then editor comes in and immediately starts with her crap. i wasn't really paying much attention to her since it didn't concern me and i had a paper to do. well all of a sudden i'm blamed and co-worker is blamed for something. 


editor loves to change rules around on us in a matter of hours. she really needs some meds for ADHD. that shit is driving me crazy. 


so co-worker goes to talk to 1 boss and over hears editor blaming all of us for the mistake. 


the mistake should have been caught...because we have 2 proofreaders. editor is one of them. 


now we're forbidden to talk. yes really. we can't talk to each other. we can talk all we want to the editors, but not each other. 


i'd like to see how this will work out. i guess we'll be txt'ing each other. 


then...topping on the cake. this bitch never shows up for work on time. NEVER. never gives me the shit i need to do the paper with, never gives me all the info for ads. annoys the piss out of me when i'm trying to work on her paper. always wants to re-arrange the paper at 4.45 pm on a friday that i've worked on all day and she hasn't been there. 


as i'm getting ready to print the proof today, she says EVERYBODY HAS TO BE ON TIME MONDAY. 8 am or earlier. FUCK THAT earlier shit. i'm there at 8, usually no later than 8.10am. when does she show up? 9, 9:30, 10, 10:30. 


one day she was catching feral cats by her house. yes... on a work day. she came in around 11 that day. while i wait around for her to get me the stuff i need to do the paper with. 


she kept repeating this 8 am thing and then said be prepared to stay late to get the paper done. excuse me? i don't think so. 8-5 i'm there. 8-5 is when i need shit from you to be put in the paper. 8-5 i can have the paper/ads done. i don't catch feral cats during the 8-5 work day, which means i'm not waiting on your ass past 5. 


i'm pissed and yes i'm keeping my eyes open for other gigs. and i will most likely walk my ass into the other boss's office and tell him all the shit she's done. 


how they can keep her is beyond me. 


the other editor is fine. he's so easy with things. i can't wait to do that paper, means i don't have to talk to the bitch. 


so yes...lovely friday from hell. 




but today is awesome. june 26, 2003 is the day i met boy. he's so wonderful and awesome! 


and happy birthday to the twins! we hope you have a great day! 


oooh...and 99 days until disney! yay!