but can he fire me if the writing is totally awesome?
anyway, you can’t stop me from talking about my new job. there will be no names, nothing really negative, just some slightly exaggerated (for purposes of hilarity, strength of story, added character, etc.) anecdotes for the pleasure of my readers from all around the globe. (who are you, united kingdom?)
anyway, so much for syllabus day.
my first day i walked in, they handed me a stack of paperwork, told me the mayor of Reynoldsburg had been in a motorcycle accident, and told me to have something for them by 2:00.
umm…could you please tell me where the bathrooms are?
later on in the day, i received word that i would be covering (among thousands of other stories that had piled up since the last reporter left two weeks ago) a City Council meeting whose agenda included every reporter’s favorite words: levy discussion. so i beefed up on my millage and renewal v. replacement etc., (home owners must be geniuses) got out of the office at 5 and was at the meeting by 6. The meeting lasted two and a half hours and i got back to the office at 9. Deadline = 9:30.
I….I feel so alive! (thanks, P.O.D. with special guest Chris Cantoni)
I got home at 10 and thank our Sweet Baby Lord that Seth and the baby dog were waiting for me on the front porch. I needed a good old-fashioned face-licking. and Maybel. She was glad to see me too. I cried and cried and told Seth I was going back to the ‘Bucks and that i wasn’t cut out for that kind of work and whine whine this and whine whine that. it was awful. it appears a relatively stress-free, carefree life has caught up with me. Deadlines?! Lines of Death?! you mean, like, the Chantico is getting ready to expire? The milk has dropped below 120 degrees? You’ve got to be kidding me.
The good news is that although my stories were awful, i have learned a ton already, and i can’t wait to get back into the swing. I have a desk, and i can hear other reporters on the phone. People run around sometimes waving papers (ok, only once, and it wasn’t really a full wave…but it was on its way) And there are a ton of OU grads there, including “Megan,” who almost beat me up my freshman year when she was really drunk because i wouldn’t date her friend Easy. and including Garth, whose real name i will use for obvious reasons. he is the kid that shows up everywhere – in all your classes, at all the parties. and of course, he was there, at work. sitting on the computer, typing. of course he was. we have never talked.
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