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thessalianThis is not a good day.
Managed to get to the Tube on time, but that didn't matter because the Northern Line was screwed because of a defective train at Stockwell. So my train kept stopping in the tunnels until we got to Camden, when we were told that this train was going via the Bank branch. "Fine," I thought. "I'll go to King's Cross, take the Piccadilly to Holborn and go from there". Except either I missed something or the conductor was given another last-minute change order, because when we got to Euston, it was "All trains terminate here". So fine. I took the Victoria Line to Oxford Street and then Central to Chancery Lane. That worked and didn't get me in too late (5 mins, tops).
The workload's not too bad, but Michael got narky at me (or sounded like he was narky at me) for asking whether he knew if Ham-Fisted Editor was coming in this week. He thinks not, but thinks Ham-Fisted Editor is coming in next week with Lady Competence. Except Lady Competence left me a note when she was in last week saying she won't be in until the 24th. *shrug* I have no idea but shit is piling up. I wish that ... that ... that miserable excuse for an editor would just come in and sort things already. I also wish he'd use apostrophes correctly, but that's to be expected.
Then, sipping my coffee, a bit of it went down the wrong pipe. So I'm coughing, trying not to spew my mouthful of coffee all over the desk ... and manage to do so anyway, except via my nasal passages. It's happened before, but I'd forgotten how painful it was. Now my nose hurts like buggery. I'm just glad it wasn't very hot.
I want to go home now, please. Before something worse happens to me.
Managed to get to the Tube on time, but that didn't matter because the Northern Line was screwed because of a defective train at Stockwell. So my train kept stopping in the tunnels until we got to Camden, when we were told that this train was going via the Bank branch. "Fine," I thought. "I'll go to King's Cross, take the Piccadilly to Holborn and go from there". Except either I missed something or the conductor was given another last-minute change order, because when we got to Euston, it was "All trains terminate here". So fine. I took the Victoria Line to Oxford Street and then Central to Chancery Lane. That worked and didn't get me in too late (5 mins, tops).
The workload's not too bad, but Michael got narky at me (or sounded like he was narky at me) for asking whether he knew if Ham-Fisted Editor was coming in this week. He thinks not, but thinks Ham-Fisted Editor is coming in next week with Lady Competence. Except Lady Competence left me a note when she was in last week saying she won't be in until the 24th. *shrug* I have no idea but shit is piling up. I wish that ... that ... that miserable excuse for an editor would just come in and sort things already. I also wish he'd use apostrophes correctly, but that's to be expected.
Then, sipping my coffee, a bit of it went down the wrong pipe. So I'm coughing, trying not to spew my mouthful of coffee all over the desk ... and manage to do so anyway, except via my nasal passages. It's happened before, but I'd forgotten how painful it was. Now my nose hurts like buggery. I'm just glad it wasn't very hot.
I want to go home now, please. Before something worse happens to me.
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Date: 2006-05-09 07:23 pm (UTC)On another note--I LOVE that English-language-(im)purity icon.