office love
tuesday, january 15, 2002
i love our office after we've all been stuck inside this office in 89.8 degree sweltering heat, working nonstop all day and suddenly it's nearing midnight. there's so much.. LOVE around. heh.
mike: do i need a line under this picture?
me: no, it would be too crowded.
danny: why didn't you put the picture on the other side?
mike: what the fuck are you talking about, i asked you two fucking hours ago and now you tell me to change it, what the fuck?
danny: i just think it would look better., man.
mike: but you should have told me two hours ago! i'm not gonna spend another hour changing the whole fucking page around! i'll deal with it, thanks.
danny: you'd just have to..
mike: i said it's allright, i'll deal with it, okay??
danny: i could do it in two seconds!
me: mrrrp!! motherfucking photoshop crashed a-fucking-GAIN!
mike: calm down over there..
me: shut up.
mike: oh it's like that? well..
danny: gerard! finish your goddamn page! you haven't even finished your fucking story, and it's midnight! god DAMMIT!
mike: why are you still arguing about that page?
danny: did you just hit my head, you suck-bucket??
and so it goes, on and on and on. last production night, it's commonly accepted to out and out hate everybody. hee. nobody is safe from the cuss-out's, the sulky, petulant bickering, the blitzkrieg outbursts of woe over those who can't seem to get their shit together.. yes. it's a regular love-fest. almost done now. yup. and then, only 5 more issues to go. hee. cin cin. �� 11:59 p.m.
