The Bloody Doors Off

I was supposed to be a five hour shift. Last week was an anomaly they said. Eight and a half hours later, I went home.

Don’t get me wrong, the hours are needed. The money is needed. I just wish I could figure out how this job works. Remember how I said I hate Pagemaker? I would kill it with a shovel if I could. Make one mistake and you have to start over, it’s that bad. And the hyphenation issue still isn’t resolved. One of the bosses brought me into the office and pretty much assured me that we’re going over to InDesign asap. God I hope so.

These hours are gonna trip me up if they don’t ease off a bit. I can’t do late nights any longer. I put in my time for a decade, and one of the things it cost me was a relationship. I won’t lose my sanity over this.