angry? i'll show you flamin' angry!!

I have been stressing out over the magazine as this issue is late by a month. This is thanks to my sick leave combined with the usual fact that in this office nobody can keep to a deadline. Other people miss deadlines on publications and marketing collateral that I have to coordinate. It is the thing I hate most about my job. What I can do depends a lot on other people doing a bunch of stuff first. I often come in towards the later stages and spit and polish the bollocks that they write as draft reports (etc) so that it comes out all sparkly and shiny and ready to go to design and print. I can't do my clean up rewriting and editing without material in the first place (unless, like the magazine of course, I am writing from scratch).

Over the past couple of months, a particular team here (ha, they barely talk to one another they all hate each other so much) has missed deadline after deadline. My poor little mag has been shunted back and back and back. It got to the stage last week where I was going to suggest that we abandon this issue and just make the first issue of 2008 a bumper edition with extra features. But no, I didn't get a chance to because The Boss started on about how, now the other stuff was out of the way, we need to push the magazine through ASAP.

So, I worked my butt off on it in terms of time and speed (although, as I said already, my heart wasn't in it this issue).

So, this magazine.

Is sitting on The Big Boss's desk.

Where it has been since very early this morning.

Where The Big Boss says to put it for his final read through before going to press.

I don't think the fucker has even picked it up.

The fucking print house (that we mess about anyway every issue, changing the date we are sending to print a zillion times before we actually manage it) is waiting!

I could have had the extra day today to perfect it. To pick up any silly errors missed through sheer tiredness and the stress of staring at these pages all the fucking time that leads a proofreader/editor to miss even obvious mistakes.

I HATE THAT MAN SO MUCH!

I'm sorry. I am going to have to say it... I have tried not to, and in a minute I will go to the loos and say it very loudly indeed, but:

CUNT!