Job Sob

My job sucks! No, actually my workplace sucks. It’s a publication house, where they give you 'creative liberty' or so we were told. This place is nothing short of a military regime. We all have heard of 'time management', but they actually time us on a stopwatch for editing of an article. And if I am working on a piece, I have to send a declaration to my editor stating how much time I will finish it in i.e. 30 mins, 45 mins, or 60 long mins. 'Why so long?' she will bark, if I send her the last option. And promptly 60 mins later a mail asking for the promised article will be shot back. If sent a second earlier, there are questions raised on lack of value for time.
A break from the uncomfortably low chair to the lunch area, means inhaling lungfuls of unwanted passive smoke from the hobbling hag of the office [marketing head], and listen to her lecture on how to be more imaginative. Racing against the watch ticking, how does one IMAGINE? Creativity, I agree, does not mean 'I am not in the mood for writing, so I shall sit around', but allow my sensibilities to atleast feed on my language skills to produce a brilliant piece.
Oh, and working on a piece of work earlier than the time-table sent by the boss means a rap on the knuckles.