3 chapters of rewriting.
Physio appointment.
Chat with an editor re. some food writing.
blunty.
some research on the RAN’s next gen submarines for a feature article.
oh, and parenthood of course, including prepping anna for green belt grading, and thomas for orange.
I seriously need to get some work done, before I get the sack! I have about 10 minutes before I have to leave for a client function on the other side of the city, and I’ve been playing with you fucken lot most of the afternoon. And catching up tomorrow’s not going to work, the fucken boss is out again and it’s blunty!!!!
Aaaaaarrrrggghhhh!
Another career tragically lost to ‘burgerdom.
Another Matthew F.?
Perhaps there should be a warning on these sites, explicitly stating that the possibility of career loss is high. “In the event that you’re career goes down the crapper,no reparation will be forthcoming from the proprietors, contributors, or anyone otherwise involved in the unholy world you are about to enter”.
In fact, in the absence of such warnings, I wonder if I might pursue such reparations in the event (becoming increasingly more likely by the day) that my boss tells me to fuck off. We are big on warnings in my industry. JB, you needn’t tell me it’s in the fine print, because it’s not. I checked. With Mum’s glasses, ‘cos they’re heaps stronger than mine.