walk in, usually a little late. say good morning to the girls in my writing cube, some of them say good morning back. i'm the only one who initiates "good morning." i find that lame. sometimes these girls don't talk to each other. ever. all day! weird!
sit down at computer, wait 7 minutes for the mofo PC to boot up. practice zen at this time, keep blood pressure down. log into yahoo, read mail, write mail.
open up latest work in word. stare at the words. look at my work order, make sure i've got...
oops, i'm already distracted. open up any one of fifty fashion magazines on my desk. it would take a year to read them all. read about new york socialites and their clothing design businesses that their rich husbands paid for.
look back at word doc. maybe i should really check work order to make sure i've covered all the...
back to magazine. check that out. that's a good phrase. write down a few phrases from the new GQ that i can steal for the next promo email. start reading article on hot victoria's secret supermodel who is a virgin. this takes a half hour.
go back to word doc. ok, this is good, but does it follow the work...
get up, go to the bathroom, fix hair, get new water, sit back down. pick up magazine, oh wait, email. haven't checked email in a while. write some emails. go back to magazine...
this is my routine for the first three days out of the week. somehow, the powers think that it takes that long for me to actually make sure that the promo copy i'm writing doesn't just sound good, but matches what they want it to say. i must hit on the primary message, secondary message and tertiary message. for some reason, i don't like this part.
truly, this is the easiest job i've ever had, and the highest paying to top it off. it's just more proof that the rich don't have to work as hard to live better. but, also that it takes a while and a lot of work and "work" to get to that place.
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