We're privileged to work in an industry where you wake up some days and can't wait to get into work. Today was just such a day. That's right, my art director is off.
On top of this, I’m going to France next week, effectively making it a glorious two-week break from him.
I bustled in at 8:30 (it turns out the doors are open at that time) whistling 'Happy days are here again'. However, my chirpy tune came to an abrupt and off-key end as I caught sight of next week’s workflow.
There has been a horrible holiday-booking mix-up. It turns out THE ART DIRECTOR AND I HAVE BOTH TAKEN NEXT WEEK OFF.
That’s right, I could have had the same enjoyable break by staying at my desk. Instead I have thrown away a week's holiday.
And this is only the tip of the horror-iceberg.
The art director has gone to France, THE VERY COUNTRY I’M HEADED FOR. He is in fact only a few miles from me, a realisation that made me do a sick in my mouth.
Mrs RMWLC is dead against cancelling the trip even though the travel company said we could get some of the money back.
This just goes to show that no good ever comes of getting to work before 9.
13 hours ago