Amyelia

I’ve been left to editing pieces of writing that other members of my Lead Work Teams group consider a report. However, I’m sad to say that perhaps they shouldn’t have bothered at all. I’m spending more time having to edit and re-construct all their sentences, as well as correcting their grammar, than if I had actually just done the report myself. Right now it feels like this is going to be a one-man effort. I have about twelve criteria to cover and not even half of those have been met. Therefore we are, so to speak, royally screwed. I’m supposed to have a deadline of Sunday night, which was over eight minutes ago, but screw that. They’re expecting about two or three people to do a report based on the activities of six people. There must be some unfairness in that. I seriously cannot be fucked. To make it worse James’ internet has been dying all night, so I haven’t even been able to talk to him properly. And it’s cold. And they won’t just go upstairs already. I hate my life.

-Amyelia