What Darren said.

Joint blogs

When you are sharing a blog with some other people and one of them deletes it.

When I say ten minutes to deadline,

I do not mean, "Please take all the time you fucking need to make tweaky changes nobody cares about but you and then ignore all further prompts, reminders and queries as to when you're going to sign off the fucking pages. And oh yeah, please ask for major design changes too. Because I love that. I also love the fact I'm still waiting for you to sign this shit off 24 hours after the final extended deadline -- and counting."

You fucking strokes.

am i boring you?

People who are surgically attached to their mobile phones, who have to repeatedly call and text other people when they're hanging out with you, especially people you rarely socialize with. I'm sorry I'm not entertaining you well enough. Apparently the thought hasn't occurred to you that maybe I'm just as bored hanging out with you, but am sucking it up since I'm not rude enough to start blowing you off to socialize with other people who aren't even fucking there.

There are some discussions about making Madam a leaving page.
I'm wondering if they should just let her do it herself so it can be designed to her oh so very exacting standards but written in piss-poor grammar with no respect for style or basic punctuation rules.

Right now Madam is proofreading some marketing material. Each time she comes over her nails-on-chalkboard voice squeaks down my spine. And I can't help but notice that not only is she NOT editing the things she's supposed to be editing, all she's bitching about in the marketing stuff is VISUAL STYLE.
Someone has missed her calling as a graphic designer. I hope she takes that big book of templates and photocopies of layouts she likes from other publications and chokes on it.
Four more days... four more days....

Piccadilly

oh yeah, and by the way, how fucking hard is it to use an escalator? They're quite amazing. You just stand there and it lifts you up. You have a hand rail to hold on to if standing is hard. You don't need to link your twiggy little arms dangling with designer bags six across to go up the escalator as a chain of annoying Asian tourists. I swear.

And while we're at it,  let's talk about the ticket barriers. Let's talk about not finally getting through the clusterfuck "queue" in front of them so you can stand there like a dam blocking traffic to the escalators while you stare about in wonder as to which line you want. Shouldn't you have figured that out before you came into the station? While waiting to get through the barriers, didn't you think you could have noticed then?

Honeymoon is over

Okay, you know what? This is my job. At every magazine in the world, *I* do this, not you. *I* decide.

So you can take your big book of ideas and smoke it. Try putting this much effort into YOUR job and the magazine would improve considerably.