Make the thesaurus your friend

My office’s theory is that as editors or subs, you will gradually evolve into an anti-adjective. It’s beyond one’s control. Working on a luxury hotel book, I’m beginning to understand the mental torture of having to replace words used to death with fresh ones. Stunning, world-class, pure magic, spectacular and breathtaking just to name a few of the overused.

It’s my second day today actually. So far, pretty damn good. Spacious workspace with loads of cabinets to store my stash of contingency clothes. Corporate by day, rampaging girl as all dusks down – the motto goes. Light blue partitions are empty but give it a few more weeks before it’s all thumb tacked with zoCards, club flyers and pictures of the beloved.

Mates, my preferred - young and dynamic. Lunch with them at Pret-a-manger got us talking about our weekends, a coveted book that has illustrations of a certain male anatomy stretched into what doctors warn not to attempt at home and, how sick they are of Rotis – the font used on the current series they’re working on. Never have I met a bunch who hates Rotis with such venomous ferocity. Rotis is also found on road signs.

Many ol’ girlfriends around, and today’s lunch was with Dali and Linda. We figured that since we’re working within such close proximity it’ll be economical to rent a Club street apartment. Mentally calculating the costs, if we could grab 20 buds… that’ll be 100 bucks each per month. Feasible! It’ll be just like a foreign domestic worker squatter, but with media professionals hosting weekly wine and cheese parties!