Right, not gonna lie, I did not realise that it was Monday already.
Oh god, oh shit: my article is due today. 1000 words on post-structuralism, or something along those lines. Do I look like I know what the hell that is? Christ, I’m in over my head.
This job will be the death of me. I don’t know if it’s the workload or the fact that everything is online, but things aren’t going well. I suppose I only have myself to blame. If I hadn’t been vacantly staring at the wall all week maybe I’d have got it done.
Anyway, uh… I can trust you, right? Well, if it’s all the same to you, maybe we can keep this between the two of us. Our little secret. It’s not like the editors actually read these things, after all.
Hell, this might just slip under the radar. If I just hit the submit button, maybe my boss won’t notice. I guess I’ll figure out how screwed I am in a few weeks.
I’m sure they’ll cut me some slack, either way. I’m new blood. It is like they always say in the journalism business: “the first year doesn’t matter”.
