Exciting!
Another day of mostly work. Work today, of course, consisted mostly of our weekly news meeting, because I didn't get there 'till about 10:30 thanks to the insanely long marching band practice we had (blessedly, almost two hours of it was sitting and talking about the band trip). S by the time I actually got to work, the paper was done, so we basically went and had coffee and talked about the upcoming week. It'll be insanely busy thanks to our annual town-festival-thing, which is... semi-exciting, I guess. I did finally get to really meet our new sportswriter, Scott, and he seemed a lot more normal than, well, Matt.
This is new, having normal people on our newspaper staff. I mean, even with Matt and Sarah gone, who were fifteen different kinds of crazy (Sarah in a good way, Matt not so much), we're still half insane. I mean, you have Julia... well... enough said, there. There's me. Ditto. And then there's our editor, Dan, and he goes around the office singing along with the fifties radio. And Dave, our publisher, is, well... he's the mayor, right? And he's about the most politically-minded person in the town... which explains a lot about Cody, really. But he knows just about everyone here and their faults and strengths and all the gossip and all the scandals and just EVERYTHING and he will go on a tangent for about... ever. Seriously.
For example, last summer I went into his office to ask him for the numbers to some of the guys on the ethanol-board while I was doing a story on our town's spiffy new ethanol plant for the Ag section, and I had to get like, three numbers and that was it. And I was in his office for almost an hour sitting and listening to him talk about who had been on the board to get the plant here, who had been against building an ethanol plant, what towns around here were also getting ethanol plants, who was building them, what members of the community complained about having one in their backyard, the whole nine yards. Only some of it was actually interesting. Phew.
The rest of the news meeting was spent showing Scott the most recent issue of a nearby town's paper which Dan is also editor of (though he doesn't do most of the work) and pointing out all the mistakes in it. Like the "Pasotr's Corner." Ouch. And that was in a GIGANTIC HEADLINE.
Fweeee. Oh, and miraculously, I ACTUALLY GOT A DECENT PICTURE AT THE BASEBALL GAME LAST NIGHT. Apparently, anyway. Julia was proud of me. I was proud of me! Good day.
This is new, having normal people on our newspaper staff. I mean, even with Matt and Sarah gone, who were fifteen different kinds of crazy (Sarah in a good way, Matt not so much), we're still half insane. I mean, you have Julia... well... enough said, there. There's me. Ditto. And then there's our editor, Dan, and he goes around the office singing along with the fifties radio. And Dave, our publisher, is, well... he's the mayor, right? And he's about the most politically-minded person in the town... which explains a lot about Cody, really. But he knows just about everyone here and their faults and strengths and all the gossip and all the scandals and just EVERYTHING and he will go on a tangent for about... ever. Seriously.
For example, last summer I went into his office to ask him for the numbers to some of the guys on the ethanol-board while I was doing a story on our town's spiffy new ethanol plant for the Ag section, and I had to get like, three numbers and that was it. And I was in his office for almost an hour sitting and listening to him talk about who had been on the board to get the plant here, who had been against building an ethanol plant, what towns around here were also getting ethanol plants, who was building them, what members of the community complained about having one in their backyard, the whole nine yards. Only some of it was actually interesting. Phew.
The rest of the news meeting was spent showing Scott the most recent issue of a nearby town's paper which Dan is also editor of (though he doesn't do most of the work) and pointing out all the mistakes in it. Like the "Pasotr's Corner." Ouch. And that was in a GIGANTIC HEADLINE.
Fweeee. Oh, and miraculously, I ACTUALLY GOT A DECENT PICTURE AT THE BASEBALL GAME LAST NIGHT. Apparently, anyway. Julia was proud of me. I was proud of me! Good day.