So yeah, another wonderfully stress-free day. I go to work, I get stuck with an ad which is fine because I can't remember the last time I did
a) anything involving a real ad (hey, remember my work experience boss? Oh yeah, I worked at the #1 ad agency in the world.)
and
b) something that didn't have an AOL logo on it.

So I'm working (with everyone behind my back, again) and doing my thing. No copy? Not a problem. No idea of the trim size? Not a problem. No working files from the last ad WE did and should have to work from? Not a problem. Need this by lunch? Sure thing. NOT A PROBLEM. I'm still excited to show everyone what I can do.

I am interrupted again as I always am midway through a project so I hand it off to one of my bosses while I work on the other project. I finish.
"Hey Boss, can I grab some takeout real quick while you work because I know we need to get this out today?"
"Sure, go for it."
Mind you, I already canceled lunch plans for this project...
I go get food and get a call 5 mins later from Boss #2.
"You shouldn't have left! You have a project to do."
"Um, I asked Boss #1, I will be right back. We will be fine. He took over temporarily while I finished job #2"
"Whatever. Do what you need to do. *insert guilt here*"
Click.

I hurry back and take over project, not eating lunch and get it out to client. Fine. My food is cold and congealed. I throw lunch away. We get changes. I make changes. We get more changes. I make changes again. Everyone has eaten. I would like to eat but I have to work. If I eat while I work, I get sick as well as not get work done.

It's finally done. Wait, remember the size we were working with? Well, it is now a different size. Oh and make the shirt less wrinkly. Oh, and add a belt. WTF? The only saving grace of the day is Cindy making me laugh and me laughing at Dain's jokes. The bosses started easing up once shit was getting finalized but I feel it could and should have been handled better. This is more of a family than a business and employees/family members should be treated with respect, not as red-headed 4 year olds who don't know what they are doing. I love my bosses to death but when some of them are off, they are really off.

Everything gets done. It gets approved. I leave. 50 yards from my office, my car shuts down. No coolant. Empty. I fill it up. I drive off. Car shuts down again. I get out and scream at my car about to break down with her. I go to gas station and find leak. I buy pack of JB Weld and repair leak. I get my 40oz. bottle of sanity and now I have decided that I will drink until I don't feel while listening to house music tonight.

Lindsay and Jeff cannot come and pick me up any sooner. Let this day motherfucking end.