The dreaded event is finally over. However, my nightmare isn't. In fact, it is only just beginning. No, it's creeping up on me just like a good ol horror movie.
I am panicking.
Because not only was the event itself a challenge, the aftermath of it is far worse. My relief has been short lived. I have a client close to being from hell..{hey, everyone has a gd side right?} So, only on most days, he's from hell. He yells at us, tells us off and openly expresses his disappointment among 457 other board members.
See, the thing is: I.am.trying.
Trying damn hard to just get him what he and the entire company want..but Im not in this alone. Im solely reliant on an external bunch who are too busy to even eat, pick up their phones or even finish work when the sun is still up. Also, even if they are willing to help with the story, their superiors shoot it down and tell them to cover the apparently-damn-exciting gay debacle or the big deal of the A380 airline crap. Pfft.
I am beyond frustration. It is completely just panic at this point in time. I have to meet expectations and have till Wednesday to do it. Otherwise, first thing Wed morning, my head will roll.
Is life tough or is life tough? And here I am talking about my job that I have dreamt of having since the age where I was slamming barbie dolls and playing with fire...it was only about 18 years ago.
Maybe I'm cut out for a different field altogether? Or perhaps I should revert to slamming dolls and playing with fire to ignite a new passion? {Oh look Ma, a pun!}