I’ve been having quite a rough week. My week started with frantic conversations with my new client and I was feeling anxious because the job isn’t as easy as I first thought.
So there, I spent three days sleeping at un-godly hours and the worst part was I am back doing porn write-ups. I hate, hate it. I promised myself I won’t go back and do this anymore but I’m in dire need of dough right now. I can’t afford to lose another cent or else I’d go on a homicidal rampage.
The fact that I didn’t have a good first impression on my client didn’t sit well with me. All thanks to that dastard Lui, he thought I was dicking around before I finally took the gig. I wish I could explain but I don’t think he really cares to hear it.
I’ve been slaving away trying to keep up with my task even at the face of unreliable connection. PLDT people are sure taking their sweet time before they finally hook-up my fucking DSL. For now I’m forced to use this flash-drive lookin’ wireless broadband connection which dies out every three freakin’ seconds.
The only silver lining I could think of is that I finally patched things up with an old friend. Turns out it wasn’t really her fault. The middle person lied through his teeth. God, I hate him even more now.
So far I’m getting positive feedbacks from the boss. I should cut myself some slack but you know me.
It bugs me though. I realized that after I finally made the difficult transition from doing porn articles to mainstream and back, I am not even half the porn writer that I was a year ago. I can’t recognize my own work and I’m having difficulty trying to compose descriptions that normally would be a piece of cake. It’s just like re-learning how to ride a bike, I guess. But I need to get my shit together by next week because from what I heard, the quota is a killer and it takes me more than an hour to do just one fucking post. The job is eating up so much of my time that I hardly had time to do my other writing gig.
Granted, the job isn’t really easy-peasy to begin with so I guess I should content myself with that thought.
The funny part was I got a call from the other company that I just had my final interview with. They were supposed to hire me but I think the call came a little bit too late. Also, my former MS12 bosses were wooing me back, which was the most hilarious shit I heard all week! I know I shouldn't be feeling vindicated but I am.
When I angrily handed out my resignation seven months ago, I kept telling myself that they'll be sorry, not really believing it'll actually happen but it did!
WOW.
They said they saw the errors of their ways and they're willing to hire us back.
HAH.
Fat Fucking Chance. Every single employee that left them were hissing mad at the way they treated 'em!
Oh, but the feeling!
How the mighty have fallen!
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