All this excitement is killing me!
Our car is in its death throes. When we started it up yesterday it was spewing thick smoke and had more ticks than an internet poll. I'm tempted to nickname it Tourette.
So today it was towed off for repairs. At the same time:
[12.30] *RING!* Hey, this is so-and-so, you are the person writing articles for us?
Me: Yyyyeah...
Her: Well, we don't have one.
Me: *short explanation on how I wasn't supposed to do one this week*
Her: Well, we still don't have one and we need one. Can you manage?
Me: Uh, sure, I guess.
Her: Good, I'll call your agent as well.
Sidenote: The agent is on a fricking honeymoon. I attended his wedding just this Saturday.
[12.33] I'm finishing up the pasta I was making.
*RING!* Hi, your agent here. We have a problem here.
Me: Believe me I know.
Him: Short story, the person supposed to write this week has made a complete blow of it. Can you whip something up? Oh and the deadline is in 90 minutes.
Me: @_@
Him: I'll make sure to pay some extra for this, really sorry, yeah.
Me: Okay. Enjoy your honeymoon anyway.
[12.35] I fire up my Word and start writing. I manage the introductions and start googling for stuff.
[12.45] 600 marks in, >1500 to go!
[12.55] Second ingress. I can either spend ~15 min googling stuff for this next part, or I can just bullshit my way through.
[12.56] Bullshitting.
[13.09] About 600 marks more to go, and now I absolutely have to use some research. Glad I already have some half-assed links on the ready.
[13.15] ...Okay, can I really use this? The game about jamming a giant finger up a butt? Uhhh, I think I'll go with the happy turds instead.
[13.20] Last lines going down.
[13.25] Spellcheck, who needs a stinking spellcheck?! Oh well, I have none in this Word anyway. Fuck.
[13.28] Sending...
[13.30] Lookie, it boomeranged. I think I'll google for a good address.
[13.34] All done, including minor changes in the headlines.
[13.35] Husband: You got much to do still?
Me: No, I just finished. God I need coffee.
Husband: Roger. BTW, here's m-i-l.
[13.40] Must stay here to see if I have to change anything. Say bye bye to husband and mil, happy towing.
[14.00] It's going to print right now.
Me: *DED&melting*
So today it was towed off for repairs. At the same time:
[12.30] *RING!* Hey, this is so-and-so, you are the person writing articles for us?
Me: Yyyyeah...
Her: Well, we don't have one.
Me: *short explanation on how I wasn't supposed to do one this week*
Her: Well, we still don't have one and we need one. Can you manage?
Me: Uh, sure, I guess.
Her: Good, I'll call your agent as well.
Sidenote: The agent is on a fricking honeymoon. I attended his wedding just this Saturday.
[12.33] I'm finishing up the pasta I was making.
*RING!* Hi, your agent here. We have a problem here.
Me: Believe me I know.
Him: Short story, the person supposed to write this week has made a complete blow of it. Can you whip something up? Oh and the deadline is in 90 minutes.
Me: @_@
Him: I'll make sure to pay some extra for this, really sorry, yeah.
Me: Okay. Enjoy your honeymoon anyway.
[12.35] I fire up my Word and start writing. I manage the introductions and start googling for stuff.
[12.45] 600 marks in, >1500 to go!
[12.55] Second ingress. I can either spend ~15 min googling stuff for this next part, or I can just bullshit my way through.
[12.56] Bullshitting.
[13.09] About 600 marks more to go, and now I absolutely have to use some research. Glad I already have some half-assed links on the ready.
[13.15] ...Okay, can I really use this? The game about jamming a giant finger up a butt? Uhhh, I think I'll go with the happy turds instead.
[13.20] Last lines going down.
[13.25] Spellcheck, who needs a stinking spellcheck?! Oh well, I have none in this Word anyway. Fuck.
[13.28] Sending...
[13.30] Lookie, it boomeranged. I think I'll google for a good address.
[13.34] All done, including minor changes in the headlines.
[13.35] Husband: You got much to do still?
Me: No, I just finished. God I need coffee.
Husband: Roger. BTW, here's m-i-l.
[13.40] Must stay here to see if I have to change anything. Say bye bye to husband and mil, happy towing.
[14.00] It's going to print right now.
Me: *DED&melting*