Dismally Incompetent

My blog friend - Vodka-Fuelled Diatribes - is on a mad blogging session ; it would be silly of me not to join the fun (and the unoriginal post).

As I'm typing this, the so-called right hand man of this agency is truly and utterly pissing off my partner - who unfortunately, happens to be an illustrator/designer. This right hand man, who I shall not name, constantly bugs the hell out of her - just because of a simple leaflet and bunting. He harasses her and constantly asks her the progress every second. Me being me, I just smiled whenever he talks to me because:

1. I'm in my favourite place.
2. I'm blogging
3. I'm going to Chiangmai in 2 days time.

Sadly, for my partner, with her position in this agency, the man had to turn to her all the time when it comes to these kind of small, useless, last minute jobs. I don't blame her - right now she has her favourite Hugh Macleod's Gaping Void cartoon "small, shitty moments" cartoon as her desktop image.