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♦ life in monotony
I kinda miss having more to say. It's the same drill every day now.
- Alarm rings
- Resist urge to throw phone out window because I lose too many as it is
- Get to work
- Get annoyed by people also going to work/school
- Wonder (with great apprehension) what I need to do at work today
- Have lunch with FHM
- Count the hours to six
- Survive maddening crowds on the commute
- Remind self that I don't earn enough to cab it every day
- Go home and Skype, eat and watch How I Met Your Mother simultaneously
- Sleep
Last night was fun though. When I went to get my name card holder back from Peter (who kept insisting it looked "very expensive" and "brand new") he was holding a party at Harry's. I was with Jon while I pounded two pinks before heading down to The Toucan.
Ah, The Toucan... That was where Lu and I met Jon since he was doing PR for the place. Beer-battered fish and chips, bangers and mash (you guys shut up your face), lots and lots of Guinness. Ah, the memories. I remember exactly which page I wrote the story for. It was a review for The Toucan, types of drink glasses and how to care for them and another sidebar on whether the shape of a glass really matters at all. I remember that one in particular because Heidi (I think) edited the copy and the word "soupcon" (don't know how to do the funny symbols here) appeared out of no where. I had to google its definition. Cheem.
Currently waiting for Sharon to appear from somewhere to discuss changes to the advertorial. She edited my copy, not that much got changed so I guess that's ok. I still need a lobotomy though. I actually wrote "damn well" in there somewhere. Not so smart. Obviously got cut out. I miss men's titles.
Speaking of which, the male models in the office today are yummy.
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