Here’s a little inside scoop about what it’s like to work at the Mercury!
Today started off with a little editors meeting, where we talked about our Fourth of July issue and lauughed and lauughed. I don’t want give too many spoilers here, but you can expect patriotism, ass-kicking food, and an all American salute to explosions. This issue is not intended for pussies or crybabies.
Next, we went outside, where a chemistry professor was lighting shit on fire in our parking lot. We lauuughed and lauuughed.
Then, Terry Lynn Link, the creator of Tails of Abbygail showed up to say hello and bring us some posters! I got the one of Champ! She was very nice. As she was leaving she told me, “You guys are actually pretty cool down here, and you can quote me on that.” She then hopped on her custom motorcycle, laid down some rubber in a cloud of smoke and blazed off.
Next a bunch of us went to get ice cream for a review I’m writing, where I realized, “Hey, I’m getting paid to eat ice cream!” I lauuughed and lauuughed.
To top it off, we’re all going down to the mall this afternoon to get glamour shots! And we’ll lauuugh and lauuugh.
You are sooooo jealous. You know you are.
Dear Mercury,
Go eat a bag of dicks.
Love,
Graham
postscript: I’ve taken to closing the blinds in my office so that I can pretend it’s not nice outside.
Whoa Patrick you totally just stole my LJ entry about what a nice day I am having here at the office!!! Get out of my head!
Unfortunately I did not get a poster. 🙁 WORST DAY EVER!
Hey Merc,
Fuck you assholes go die!
Love,
Joe future unpaid intern
Hey Merc,
Fuck you assholes go die!
Love,
Joe
whose dick you gotta suck to get a job ’round here?
Ok this is total horseshit.
I saw that guy roll up and thought, no way that’s the science teacher. I figured I shouldn’t wait around and should go out and make sure our fair city will be getting their copies of tomorrow’s Mercury (being delivered as we speak!) on time.
I always miss the nonsense as I’m forced to remove myself from my desk and get my hands dirty. Lazy jerks.
You could’ve invited me to the ice cream.
Wait, no. I’m vegan now. FUUUUUCK.
Still, I would’ve come anyway.
No way it beats the day Kato Kaelin visited the Mercury office.
Best work day ever- A tie between the day we were held captive by the cops until the crazy man with the gun next door was safely removed from the apartment complex and the day we had the barefoot hot roof walking contest. Or, maybe the day Club 21 opened the patio.
i know this is an old post…but i don’t think your day was that great…i think. fuck. it was.