Workload

To all who've followed the move: thanks. Sorry, I really don't like Livejournal. I think it was a change for the best.

Work's pretty tough these days. Rob wants us all to 'pull out all the stops', which is easy for him to say because he's not the one with the twenty two Excel sheets to compare over the next week. Now it's twenty past ten on Sunday and I'm delaying going to bed because that means the next thing will be get-up time which means a bus trip to spreadsheets. Joy. Vero's promised me a few clients for after Christmas, that's something to look forward to.


Meanwhile it's tragedy at The Village. Holly and Edward Emerson (neither of whom I've met) were victims to some sort of accident. No one's being very clear on details, but they will of course be sadly missed by those who knew them.
I wish The Village wasn't so secretive. It can't be healthy for the company, all it does is encourage gossip among us jealous types in the Edinburgh offices. They say that tropes are going to usher in a new entertainment medium. I asked Vero about it, she reckons they're just afraid of competition. The U-Media execs are a pretty paranoid bunch apparently, I guess they think we're all working for Paramount or Universal or something.
In other news we've got new vending machines and, guess what, they eat my change too. However, they do it with so much more style. They're a kind of brushed steel jobby with a tray that moves up to the right shelf when you've chosen your choc bar or crisps. I think this is so that they don't get stuck and we don't get caught on camera hitting the machines again. Everyone around here is paranoid about company image - like the security guards give a shit.

I'm being unfair. I've worked in far worse places than U-Media. I don't think these guys will lay me off without explanation and I do think I've got a decent chance at promotion this time round. The YEP works its small wonders and the atmosphere's usually quite pleasant. Somehow there's always a lack of staples though.