In which I do not review *“Eat Pray Love”…Posted: October 8, 2010
I refuse to blog about “Eat Pray Love”. Refuse. I mean, I tend to review movies shoddily but I feel if I got started on such a travesty of a movie this could turn into the longest, most curse-filled blog post in the history of the world. No exaggeration. If I were to review it though, some of the words I might mention are “bullshit”, “pop psychology” and “shutupshutupshutupshutUPJulia!!”
Ahem. Anyway, what have I been up to since I was last with you? I’ve been working like a maniac on my last book of the year (has anyone else noticed how quickly time is flying, btw? It is 11 weeks until Christmas eve…), it’s an excellent book with an extremely knowledgeable author, which is always good, but my, oh my, turnaround times are getting tight.
This brings me on to secret time. We all know what secret time is, right? Time built in between when we say something needs to be done and when it actually needs to be done. When I first started my job I thought (because I am good at deadlines, I like them, I respect them, sometimes I even cuddle them as I go to sleep at night) that everyone would play ball, write their article, update their section, submit their copy on the due date…I was not fool enough to think things would ever be submitted before time, just on time. Ahahahahaaaaaa….
So that was a learning curve. Now that I’ve been doing it for a while, I have learned who needs extra time to submit/correct/reply to a fricking email once in a while (arggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhh), and it all works quite nicely. I have no point to make with this, just that secret time can be very handy and that over time, you learn. I’m deep man, deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.
Also, because this would be nothing without a whinge:
I don’t feel well, I’m stressed and tired and everyone is talking about Christmas and I haven’t booked flights yet home yet, I need to figure out my remaining holiday time, I can’t muster the energy to put on make up…despite not having the energy, my overwhelming sense of shame/shiny shiny face demands that I must put it on prior to leaving the house. Damn the shame, damn it to hell.
* Also, does the completely feckless disregard for punctuation in this movie title annoy anyone else? Just me? No? Yes? Yes, it is, isn’t it?