It's 9pm and I keep getting work emails. Requests that I am sure the big boss wants answers on right now.
I'm going to pretend that I already turned my work blackberry off. I hate it [the phone], except for the fact that it's newer than my personal phone and google maps works a lot better on it. I had a very strong urge to throw it against a wall today--you know the kind where you can actually feel a physical sensation going through your arm? There was only mild satisfaction connected to the vision of it breaking through the drywall and getting lodged somewhere in the inner workings of the building.
There is light at the end of this pitch black tunnel. They've hired a new executive assistant for the big boss and soon, in like 2 weeks, I'll get to go back to just doing my three jobs, the only ones that I actually get paid for, instead of this temporary assignment as the owner's personal "life manager" as his wife/co-founder & managing partner (who happens to be worse--can you imagine TWO big bosses?) so aptly described it the other day. someone should make a movie about it. They could call it The Devils Wear Vineyard Vines. What is it about the very rich and extremely privileged that gives them zero realistic sense of how long things actually take or what regular business hours are? Isit bad to wish poverty on a person?
Knowing it is nearly over is almost worse than thinking that there is no end in sight. I think I have a hyper-emotional, almost violent version of being "trunkie". My patience is wearing very thin.
I need a massage and a pint of ben & jerry's...oh wait.
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Nat has a client in Newport that acts like she is her servent...it drives her nuts!
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