We are stuck.
We are stuck. So stuck. Unbelievably, irrevocably, hopelessly stuck. In this job. In this city. In this godforsaken prestigious event crap. In this never-ending, on repeat playing of the-shit-has-hit-fan scenario. We are so sick and tired and stuck of it all.
Alive. Surviving. Heh.
Also, is it just me or is the idea of booking every possible hotel and car in a city for a fuckin’ month to celebrate one’s daughter’s wedding is completely psycho? It is. Isn’t it?
Yes, the conference is in the same city. Yes, we are over-booked and DYING here. Does anyone own a hotel in the city of lakes? Let ME know. Thankyouverymuch.
