the morning after
Today I slept in and arrived with the greatest hangover I have ever had of wine. And immediately discovered three main things:
1. I really hate The Great Mountain of Editorism. I really do hate him. I hate the way he talks, I hate the way he slowly wobbles through newsroom, swaying from side to side. And I hate that he doesn’t know what he is doing. One day he came to me, saying: “Okay, I’m now starting to rip (yes, he uses word rip like he’s fucking Editor the Ripper) you piece. Do you want to sit with me?” What? WHAT?! “Erm… I haven’t finished none of my works yet. What are you talking about?”
I soon figured out that one little piece, 900 charachters (! - avarage article is 4500-5500 characters long) short, was the one thing he was going to “rip”. Oh. My. God. That is just plain wrong. That is so wrong in so many levels that I can’t even begin to say all the reasons why it is wrong. First of all - my time is precious too. It’s not my JOB to sit with him and watch him work. I wouldn’t even mind if he wasn’t so fucking slow. He types with two fingers you know. And what the hell are you thinking wanting to edit someones direct speech? You DON’T editi direct speech! (Well, you do a little, but I hadalready done that little editing part.) Oh, fuck him. So, I sat here, listening to music so I didn’t have to hear him talk. That was the position Sean found me when he arrived - I had covered my ears with hand to smother everything coming from or about The Mountain. Sean, of course, being the lovely cucumber that he is, laughed his pants off.
2. You can get drunk on white wine and oh, you sure will have a hangover after to prove it. I don’t know what happend last night but for some reason I decided that it is good and healthy to open the second bottle of wine (had a typo here first - whine. Also good one:) whilst drinking online with my net-buddy. Not my best judgment though, I can say now. Anyway. Is it normal that I don’t remember last time I had drinks with real people but I really enjoy drinking online vith P.? Oh, well. At least we had loads of fun despite once or twice I flipped and cryed so hard I thought I will never stop. Thats drunken break up for you, kids.
3. I am the reason Sean argues with his wife more often. And it really stunned me. Apparently Sean had told her about the job offer I got yesterday (she is a journalist too) and she had snapped back: “Well, why don’t you marry her then?!” That is so totally weird, but on the other hand I can’t say I’m surprised.
We do spend a lot of time together. We work together really well - even our boss is sending us out more and more. Today she came and told us to think about some new experiment to do together, because “your duo works so well”! And we click, as i already said. He is cute and funny and there is that weird charm about him… He’s like a little boy who will never grow up but you can’t get angry at him. And well, he is such a slut. Just like me.
And it is said that you spend in the office most part of you day, isn’t it? So it’s not weird at all that you grow on somebody you see every day, have fun with every day and share interests.
And for some reason I can’t get that kissing thing out of my mind anymore. What the hell is wrong with me! He is getting married next summer on their 10th anniversary together. Fuck. I’m so twisted. I am even capable of falling in love only based on letters one guy sends me. But that’s another story. I have to work now. Or I will die of hangover. It’s one or the other.
