Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we're here we might as well dance
In four days, I will be in Vegas. I am super excited. But I think I am more excited about having four days of not dealing with stupid people or stories and the daily grind that gets old day by day.
When I was editor at The Batt, I trained all my staffers to be semi-decent journalists and now I read about how they are loving their new jobs and taking on the world. Then there is me. I hate my job on most days and have convinced myself that I have lost my passion for news. I find it so ironic. Don't get me wrong, I am doing OK for myself, but know that I could be doing better.
I sit by the scanner everyday in hopes that it stays relatively quiet. Every toneout makes my heart jump, and I am relieved to know it's mainly heart attacks and accidents with no injuries.
I remember the day when a fire or major accident would sent my adreniliane pumpng. Now, I just cringe at the thought. There are days I just want to cry. I hate not having a normal weekend and working late and having to miss out on a lot of things.
:Sigh: what's wrong with me? Maybe it's the job. Maybe the people I work with have made me lose all my love for journalism, which is sad since I have been dreaming of this since I was in 8th grade.
Besides that though, I am so very happy. I think that even on days when I feel like I am going to burst because of my job, my happiness can override that. It's such a great feeling to know that I can feel like this. I am just thankful that the feeling of loneliness and sadness was only temporary.
When I was editor at The Batt, I trained all my staffers to be semi-decent journalists and now I read about how they are loving their new jobs and taking on the world. Then there is me. I hate my job on most days and have convinced myself that I have lost my passion for news. I find it so ironic. Don't get me wrong, I am doing OK for myself, but know that I could be doing better.
I sit by the scanner everyday in hopes that it stays relatively quiet. Every toneout makes my heart jump, and I am relieved to know it's mainly heart attacks and accidents with no injuries.
I remember the day when a fire or major accident would sent my adreniliane pumpng. Now, I just cringe at the thought. There are days I just want to cry. I hate not having a normal weekend and working late and having to miss out on a lot of things.
:Sigh: what's wrong with me? Maybe it's the job. Maybe the people I work with have made me lose all my love for journalism, which is sad since I have been dreaming of this since I was in 8th grade.
Besides that though, I am so very happy. I think that even on days when I feel like I am going to burst because of my job, my happiness can override that. It's such a great feeling to know that I can feel like this. I am just thankful that the feeling of loneliness and sadness was only temporary.