Well, they’re sure driving ME nuts, that’s for damned sure.
I’m at that point with ©”Running Girl”.
I must decide whether to keep going, or do something more fun, such as drinking drain cleaner or having some teeth pulled without anesthesia?
I’ll just whinge a little, then get back to work. I’ll make no final decision yet, not until the train trip next month, at least.
Don’t worry: I won’t do the drain cleaner. And forget about teeth-pulling.
The only thing to do is to call a staff meeting, I’m afraid: me and the characters. (Between you and me, they make me nervous. There’s a high percentage of psychos in the bunch. Kind of like a previous job I had, come to think of it.)
Still, I’m in charge. I’m working on motivational sayings to start the meeting.
- “Beatings will continue until morale improves.”
- “Everyone is expendable.”
- “Grab a shovel and start digging, you slackers. I don’t want to see anything but assholes and elbows!”
- Do you think Tolstoy would put up with this crap?
But maybe the nuclear option is just better. I always have the “delete” key.