All right! Who here thinks it’s easy to keep up with Violet Crepuscular and her hysterical romance, Oy, Rodney? Bang your head on the table if it’s you.
She blames it all on me, of course. “You call yourselves an editor? Pfaah!
“Yeah, okay,” she admits: “I’m the one who brought in the June Taylor Dancers and the woolly mammoths. I didn’t know they were going to dry up your brain! Sheesh, I thought you were going to use them! Serves me right for thinking I oughtta has an editor.”
[My reply: “Ah, Violet, Violet! They should’ve named you Venus Flytrap.
((Picture of Venus Flytrap, with fly.))
“I have raised you from obscurity, and you bite me in the tuchas! Now we have 500-plus chapters of drivel. And it’s not my fault! Again and again you have ignored my editorial suggestions. And this is what happens! Find yourself another editor.”]
She tried to have me arrested, but there is no law in the UK against quitting an impossible editorial job. But I found a note taped to my door.
“Your days they are numbered! Prepare to be Doomed!”
How do you prepare to be doomed?
Once again I take to my phone’s teeny-tiny keyboard — to tell you this episode is absolutely brilliant!
Thanks! I needed that
Wow, I’m pretty sure my former employer was using the Violet Crespucular approach to business. Time to nail 95 theses points to a door. 🙂