After all these days of slacking, us copywriters had our noses put to the grindstone yesterday and it's only now that I took it off, bruised and sore. What I mean to say is, we actually had to work. Such is the state of affairs, that I actually felt a little indignant when we were told that we would be given some work yesterday... One wonders why my employers continue to employ me.
That apart, I'm eating like a pig. Something about being pregnant makes you fearfully hungry most of the time. I've devoured kosha chicken with parathas, chocolate pudding, cheese tomato sandwiches, potato fries and gumballs all of today, and I'm still feeling more than a little peckish as I type. Sigh... I guess my waist is now well and truly relegated to memories of my youth.
I'm also feeling dreadfully broke, considering I have to pick up clothes from the tailor as well as the laundry and can do neither till I motivate myself to hop down to the ATM. I know, it's only a few minutes from where I live, but by the time I walk home, those few minutes seem like forever. Nevertheless, I deposited my first salary check (from this company I mean) the other day (well, V did, but it's the same thing) and therefore I cannot actually be broke. So, there remains only to motivate me...
Nearly time to go now, so more later maybe. Shifting furniture and stuff from Moore Avenue to our new rented place this weekend, so hard work ahead. Any volunteers?