I don’t remember sleeping with anyone important in the last two days, but then again, I’ve never really been good at keeping track.
So, umm. Today I received what I’ll classify as a giant promotion (henceforth GP) at work.
This GP will mean no more coming and going as I please. No more late night meetings and no more ‘I hate the fun police’ jokes. well, not totally. Instead of reporting, I’ll be editing the opinion pages of 22 community newspapers. The Teet. Commentary Editor. Don’t call me Ishmael. Call me Welcome to Earf.
I’ll have to edit all the guest columns, editor columns, letters — and most terrifyingly, I’ll have to write my own op-ed piece every week — to run in all the papers — next to my smiling “Hi I’m 14 OMG BFF!!!!!!” mugshot. Circulation: 300,000. Mwahahahahaha.
this is a good place to be, considering our company’s recent buyout and the big push toward the internets. (VODCAST OR DIE.) I could realistically be blogging for work by June. Everything is falling into place.
“Really? Are you sure?” is the theme of the day.
Steter is excited to retrieve his wife back from the loving arms of — everyone else. I am excited to engage the communities, set up local endorsement panels and use “I” in a story for the newspaper. “I” am very nervous, however, about the bad karma I’ve spun in the last few weeks RE: another prominent Central Ohio female columnist.
I will be taking suggestions for my first column. Things kick off in two weeks. I’m thinking Strippers: They are Not Heroes. OR! Liberal Colleges: Ruining America. I’m Lyndsey Hymen. And that’s The Point. Log on to theteet.blogspot.com and tell me what you think.
(Could this be the eye in Shitstorm 2007?)
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