I cannot even define what I'm feeling right now. It's a mix of rage, sadness, guilt and exhaustion.
I got off from work about an hour and a half ago. It's frikkin' midnight. I was supposed to get out of there at 6, 7, hell, maybe 8 p.m. if things went horribly wrong, but, as always, Murphy's law has a special chapter dedicated just for me.
Because of some insufferable asshole, some advertisements almost never made it to the newspaper, and ultimately to the pages I was designing. It seems that in this country, procrastination is not just a choice. It is a sacred religion that everybody follows blindly. Woe shall befall unto the poor soul that dares to complete it's work on time!
...Anyway, I was told not to leave my post until those pages were completely built, so I saw myself humming the Jeopardy tune for almost five ...Keep reading.










