This Christmas, I wish I was invisible

It's been a long time since I visited my blog, forget updating it. Work has been putting me through a freak storm, my thoughts are actually on a roller-coaster ride - from writing fun Grammar activities to finishing a book on the dos and don'ts of pregnancy to promoting a movie I strongly hate - it has been one heck of a joy ride (you should see the way my eyes roll every time they see the word 'joy').
Let's start with the pregnancy book. To expect a 22 year old single woman to write a book on what to expect every single week of your blessed pregnancy is a little too far fetched. Not for this particular client though. It was generously spread out onto my plate. I wont say it was a complete disaster. I can proudly say that I actually know more than most of my pregnant friends and relatives about pregnancy. And for once, the client had nothing to change. It was simply perfect. No 'turn the will to shall', no 'attached seems like a cool word when writing to a pregnant woman about her baby' (well, duh!) no 'freak the pregnant woman out'. Just perfect.
As for the grammar activities, that was the only bright side to this month long journey through the dark tunnel, the one place where I could just let the creativity flow. No annoying client pestering you for ridiculous changes, no project manager breathing fire down your neck for deadlines. Nothing. I would plop down into our creative corner, known as the 'think bar' (Don't get too excited, there is no alcohol in that little corner) and let my thought fly.
The books seem to be coming to an end though. The dark side is taking over. Earlier, I faced one of the most challenging task ever - promoting a movie I detest. Not that it is racist or gory, it is plain and simple daft. You need to realize that children do no fall for lame magic crap anymore. No one needs a pathetic kid with the ability to 'almost die and yet survive' when you have stuff like boy wizards, cooler super heroes and vampires to entice you. And yet, I was forced to churn out lines that would make anybody cringe every single time they so much as glanced at the poster. Courtesy a stuck up marketing executive who thinks creativity comes naturally to her...far from it, the woman is the exact antithesis of the word 'creativity'. The challenging part is to get your creative idea to the client when such blocks of wood stand in your way. Did I say wood? I meant tempered titanium steel.
So Santa Claus, I ask for just one thing this Christmas. The power to be invisible. Even if I misused it by killing someone, I would be doing the world a favour by getting rid of that evil maniac. I need a break too. I work hard to make sure I can enjoy life without any financial glitches coming my way, but I fail to find time to enjoy. My friends greet me with glares instead of affection, my mother has simply given up and my best friend seldom sees me, even though we live right opposite each other. As far as I can remember, last Christmas I asked for a happy life. And i am far from it. Santa Claus, make me happy or the consequences will be fatal. Sorry, I didn't mean that, just be nice and make sure that this Christmas, I am at home with my family having a good time, not rotting away in the dungeon trying to scare a pregnant woman or teach a dumb someone how to roast.