Mr Baskerville is back at work after an extended road trip. Work is almost unbearable now Mrs Eaves is not here.
Loyal reader will know that Mr B and Mrs E's nemesis, who will now simply be referred to as Queen Cnut, could not even manage a piss-up in a brewery. Mr B had barely sat down this morning before discovering:
the deadline for Thursday's paper has been changed. Queen Cnut recently sacked the production manager, but apparently did not think to ensure the production department was informed of the earlier deadline.
the page size of our paper will soon be changed. Queen Cnut evidently assumes all one has to do to alter 83 templates is press a couple of buttons and we're good to go.
all the ad sizes will now be wrong.
that is all, but it's only Monday. Who knows what joyful discoveries we'll make tomorrow!
Mr Baskerville needs a Vegas-style takeaway cocktail. ASAP. In a pint glass.
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1 comment:
ew, I got goose bumps reading this.
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