AGAIN.
I’m working on something that’s going out for print tomorrow.
I sometimes think i’m the only one who rushes (idiotically) for deadlines but some other friends have owned up to writing last minute as well.
We thrive on stress.
Got this sms from Ms. Editor which was tragically funny (okay okay it’ll be funny in 5 years time, i promise!)
“Dear all, my entire inbox has decided to delete itself on this crucial day for deadline. Kindly forward all pending assignments to my personal email: ———-. I may contact some of you individually to resend the articles i’ve lost. I will consider setting my computer into a burning ball of flames next week after the magazine has gone to print. Thank you.”
Poor thing. I would die.
Well, die more then now anyway.
Haven’t packed.
Can’t find bloody converter plug and i’ve bought a new one every time i travel out.
WHERE have my plugs gone?!
Have no choice but to bring work with me to Bangkok cos two other things are being rushed for weekend.
ARGH.
On another hand, i’m going to miss…
