Frustrations with 'creatives'/'executives'?

Just came across a great post on John K.'s blog!
(the 'Ren & Stimpy' guy - to just name one of his shows)

If you also feel frustrated at the political BS that happens
in our creative business, read this and share your anger.

girls evening ...

... at Tamara's last Saturday, with Patricia and Mijke.
(did I spell that right?)
I had a blast! It was great fun hanging out, chatting,
sharing the latest shocking news, laughing and being silly :)



Today I am back at work, and bored as hell, wondering where,
oh where this production is going... but apparently there will
be some re-organizing and scheduling at a meeting tomorrow,
so I have faith... gotta keep believin'...

I also came across a woman today
who I'd like to refer to as RB (Rich Bitch).
Our first encounter was already so warm and friendly:
RB:'I'd like a café latte'
Me:'Eh, sorry, I'm not the coffee girl...
RB:'Oh' (eyes me up and down - iech! I hate that)
RB:'You look like one'

Gasp!
Excuse moi????
I mean... okay, I was running around in my oldest pair of jeans
and had taken off my shoes for maximum comfort at working space,
but having to take that from
miss 'armani-gucci-but I couldn't afford good taste'
was a mind-blower!
And what is she implying anyway?!
That coffee girls are low pitiful creatures???
(You should've seen her look)
I couldn't think of anything to answer back at that moment
(of course) so I just brushed it away with an elegant snort...
Today I see her overly tanned self again,
waltzing up and down the hallway in her bossy manner.
When I went to get myself some more tea, there she was,
at the coffee corner,
talking about something incredibly dumb and profane I am sure.

So I whisk by,
nevertheless giving her the 'pf- I remember you too bitch' look,
pour myself some nice steamin' tea, and am about to retreat
in the same nonchalant 'I ain't even lookin' at you again' way
when I crash into the slightly open door of the dishwasher, stumble,
and pour tea and myself all over the floor...

weekend over ...

let's try to look on the bright side, ey?

crazy wind!!!

almost got knocked off my bike by the extremely strong wind gusts that are whizzing through Amsterdam lately! Today seems to be the peak of wind craziness, and our office sounds like an old spooky castle with ghosts that rattle on their chains while the winds howl screaming up and down the corridors!
(well it's more the squeaky rattle of the lunch cart and probably our producers crumbling under the pressure of impossible deadlines... but still)

Pffff ...

still recovering...
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Happy New Year!