The past two days...
This is what my life is like:
1) Monday night, I had to write this story on a village council member who got busted for drunken driving. When I tried to get his side of the story, he told me "This story will destroy my life. If anything is written, you can assume I will be dead the next day because that is the way I feel." I've never had someone do that to me before. My editor called him after that, and he told her he would commit suicide, too.... Of course, since we are a bunch of journalists, I still wrote the story and it still ran. Page 3, though, and I feel like I wrote a press release about how great the guy is. If he commits suicide, I'm never coming back here again.
2) Tuesday night, Mark called me and told me he has "60 days to find a new job at Dell," which is, like, Mark speak for "I've been fired." He is always optimistic and seems to think that finding a different job won't be a problem, and he also seems to think he will keep the same pay and maybe even get a day job -- work 7-5. How, oh how, did I ever wind up with an optimist??? At any rate, he wound up with a fool, because I ended up believing him by the end of our conversation this morning (I did not believe him last night, and hence, have not slept since Monday night).
3) This morning, on my answering machine, I got a message from my hometown weekly paper, saying that they have an opening for a full-time reporter, and that my resume is at the top of their pile because everyone there (at The Monroe Evening News) has good things to say about me. If only they could have waited two more months to call me!! Then, I would know what's going on with Mark, and I'd be out of a job here... I could go work out of my mom's house for a while, save money, move down when Mark gets settled (again). I'm going to call them back tomorrow, just for shits n giggles.
4) Then, later today, my car breaks went out on me. As in, I have NO BREAKS. AT ALL. Driving, is, needless to say, hazardous. I'm getting the hang of it though... anyway, I may end up buying a new car down here, instead of waiting till I move, depending on what is wrong with my breaks.
1) Monday night, I had to write this story on a village council member who got busted for drunken driving. When I tried to get his side of the story, he told me "This story will destroy my life. If anything is written, you can assume I will be dead the next day because that is the way I feel." I've never had someone do that to me before. My editor called him after that, and he told her he would commit suicide, too.... Of course, since we are a bunch of journalists, I still wrote the story and it still ran. Page 3, though, and I feel like I wrote a press release about how great the guy is. If he commits suicide, I'm never coming back here again.
2) Tuesday night, Mark called me and told me he has "60 days to find a new job at Dell," which is, like, Mark speak for "I've been fired." He is always optimistic and seems to think that finding a different job won't be a problem, and he also seems to think he will keep the same pay and maybe even get a day job -- work 7-5. How, oh how, did I ever wind up with an optimist??? At any rate, he wound up with a fool, because I ended up believing him by the end of our conversation this morning (I did not believe him last night, and hence, have not slept since Monday night).
3) This morning, on my answering machine, I got a message from my hometown weekly paper, saying that they have an opening for a full-time reporter, and that my resume is at the top of their pile because everyone there (at The Monroe Evening News) has good things to say about me. If only they could have waited two more months to call me!! Then, I would know what's going on with Mark, and I'd be out of a job here... I could go work out of my mom's house for a while, save money, move down when Mark gets settled (again). I'm going to call them back tomorrow, just for shits n giggles.
4) Then, later today, my car breaks went out on me. As in, I have NO BREAKS. AT ALL. Driving, is, needless to say, hazardous. I'm getting the hang of it though... anyway, I may end up buying a new car down here, instead of waiting till I move, depending on what is wrong with my breaks.