The pen's in my hand, ending unplanned...
As of today, I can actually call myself a financial journalist. I felt very official getting to look over the paperwork for all my shiny new benefits. I even get a 401k plan. I feel like such a grown-up! Though I'm not entirely sure whether this is a good thing or a bad thing.
It's a very small office (only eight people including myself), and seems very laid back. The main office area is generally very quiet so that researching and writing can be done with ease, which is quite enjoyable. This afternoon I was assigned my first article, a short piece about bank failure and how to protect yourself (specifically referencing the recent failure of NewBank, an online savings and loan company). It turned out to be surprisingly interesting to piece together. The work environment at NuWire suits me very well indeed; I like being given something to write and then essentially left to my own devices in order to get it done. It reminds me more of the environment when I was proofreading, although writing the articles myself is way more fun. And, needless to say, it's way less stressful than running the phones at Baker's. I emailed my rough draft to the head writer/editor before I headed home, so I imagine tomorrow I'll get it back with lots of red marks on it.
After work, as I was driving home and singing along with "Unwritten" at the top of my lungs, I was struck by a mildly surreal moment of clarity. My whole life is stretching out before me, and who knows where it's going to take me. All I can do is try my best to make sure that it's one hell of a ride. I felt almost euphoric with the realization that all the things in my life that have been stressing me out just aren't worth the time wasted fretting over them.
The feeling will probably pass soon enough, but I'm leaning back my head and bathing in it while it lasts. And I'm happier than I've felt in a really long time.
...and that's enough sentimentality for one night. Now it's off to bed, so that I can arise at 6:00 a.m. on the morrow (gag)!
It's a very small office (only eight people including myself), and seems very laid back. The main office area is generally very quiet so that researching and writing can be done with ease, which is quite enjoyable. This afternoon I was assigned my first article, a short piece about bank failure and how to protect yourself (specifically referencing the recent failure of NewBank, an online savings and loan company). It turned out to be surprisingly interesting to piece together. The work environment at NuWire suits me very well indeed; I like being given something to write and then essentially left to my own devices in order to get it done. It reminds me more of the environment when I was proofreading, although writing the articles myself is way more fun. And, needless to say, it's way less stressful than running the phones at Baker's. I emailed my rough draft to the head writer/editor before I headed home, so I imagine tomorrow I'll get it back with lots of red marks on it.
After work, as I was driving home and singing along with "Unwritten" at the top of my lungs, I was struck by a mildly surreal moment of clarity. My whole life is stretching out before me, and who knows where it's going to take me. All I can do is try my best to make sure that it's one hell of a ride. I felt almost euphoric with the realization that all the things in my life that have been stressing me out just aren't worth the time wasted fretting over them.
The feeling will probably pass soon enough, but I'm leaning back my head and bathing in it while it lasts. And I'm happier than I've felt in a really long time.
...and that's enough sentimentality for one night. Now it's off to bed, so that I can arise at 6:00 a.m. on the morrow (gag)!