Aug 23, 2007 21:38
Remember how I said football season was death?
I was right.
I've been at the paper A LOT working on A) putting the daily paper out and B) helping Bran finish off the special sections. We have one more left (the college one, due Saturday) and then the actual games start. HEEEE-YAAAWWWW!!
Course, I knew what I was getting into and I'm not depressed or angry or upset. My mom (and a few others) told me I should start asking for overtime or not putting in so much extra work.
Here's the thing: My long-term goal (for now at least) is to move up to a bigger paper in a bigger city. As in, a city with at least 100,000 people or so and an actual downtown. To do this, I'll need the reputaiton of this paper to reamin high (aided by my own work) and my boss to give me a glowing review. The more he remembers those times I put in a lot of unasked-for but very useful help, the better he'll talk me up.
Does it mean things'll be somewhat rough for now? Yup. Do I care? Nope. I have a plan, I'm sticking to it, and in two years I'll discard it and fly by the seat of my pants, cause that's how I operate, yo!