Time honestly honestly flies when I'm working. It seems like just yesterday that I felt like taking the day off [and doing without my $10 pay] in order to skip the Monday blues. And it's already Friday today. Or rather, Saturday has come.
The week's been good. Lots of late nights, and the team stayed up overnight last night to do up a newsletter. I was really impressed. Everyone started groaning at 7pm on Thursday when the copywriter called from a meeting to tell them to stay back cos of a last minute assignment. They started feeling stressed, went for dinner, had a few drinks. Had the briefing, split up the tasks, and started. All the way til this morning when I entered office at 9am. Whereby they had the second meeting with the client, brought back the newsletter for changes, and final submission at 6.30pm. Afterwhich the graphic designers still took time to 'clean up' their computer screens which was cluttered with thumbnails. Like, wtf just go home and sleep!
But work's taking it's toll. It's awful how I end so late, and how my eyes hurt after a day of staring at the computer screen. I spend my entire pay on cab fares and lunches and snacks and coffee. I need to do something non-sedentary cos I feel myself rotting away.
Mmm, and I blew money on the most beautiful, best fitting black cigarette pants I've ever tried on. [okay, to be honest that was the first pair I've ever tried] And I'm going to wear it with my leather biker jacket. And maybe with the red felt pumps I bought. So tremendously cute.
I need a part-time job. And I want to get back to painting!
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