Events at the office are conspiring to wreck the Christmas vibe in a big way. One of our (few remaining) clients put in their next big campaign brief about 2 months too late, and what with the film industry closing down for about a month over this period, it is proving virtually impossible to meet the mid-January deadline for TV.
This is the cause of recriminations, infighting, stress, rage and general pandemonium. Every day brings a fresh letter of resignation, leading to the unthinkable scenario of me ending up here on my own, clinging to the railings of the sinking Titanic with only the unemployable MAM for company. No danger of him going anywhere, apart from a drug & alcohol treatment centre. And that is a very remote possibility indeed.
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| Please God no |
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