measi's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Doomsday You know how it seems that everyone has their own personal day of hell each year? And no, I'm not talking about tax day. But just one day that every year seems to be an unusually shitty day? Mine's April 17th. I'm really not sure why. But this date nearly every year is a fucking disaster. I've had two relationships break up on this date. Problems in the office are usually elevated. A circle of just bad luck usually happens for this day. It's something with my fate, I guess. I don't know. As of writing, it's just about 11 a.m. I've been in the office for a mere 90 minutes, and I've already received... A call from an illustrator who hasn't been paid $30,000 for literally hundreds of pieces of art. He's understandably upset. Problem is-- this got swept outta my hands yesterday because apparently the money was paid to his over-contractor, and was never distributed to him. And every person that I could deal with on this is out for school vacation week. Two art buyers coming yelling about contracts. One of which was never returned by the illustrator, so I really can't do anything about it. So I'm taking an early lunch... in like 10 minutes. And taking my FULL lunch hour. Thank god I'm going out with Tan tonight for 'ritas. I'll have a liter for myself, please. *bangs head against desk* 10:58 a.m. - 17 April 2002 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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