This, I think, is my first job and already I'm acting like a brat. Do they not treat Sundays with reverence? I don't mean in a religious Sabbath way, just ... in general. Sundays were meant for downtime. In Etta James' song, she wanted a Sunday Kind of Love. Do they not know what that means?

The first issue is out and now I'm going to have to work on the next one, sans experience, sans confidence, sans friends, sans everything. As much as I'm insecure, however, I'm also completely stubborn. I will do this. Even if they drain my ears of their Europe frou frou stories, I will do this.