I woke up to the sound of my phone going off this morning and the voice of my editor telling me I'm a fuck up, yet again.
Then Nick called and told me "The front page story is all fucked up. Fifteen thousand people weren't in the U.P. for the dog-sled race!" Yeah. They were actually.
I'm an immature pothead. I put an extra word in Michael's lead. I left out two words in Michelle's lead. I don't get stuff to Rob on time. I don't assign enough stories. We're not getting pages out early enough. The layout editor can't do their job if stories aren't in. Rob's disappointed I chose to go to Ireland and not Minneapolis.
But oh, by the way, I'm writing a column, a dining review, a story on global warming in the U.P. and a feature on the Trenary outhouse races.
Sure, I'll do it. Whatever you want - since everyone thinks I am doing such a bang up job already.
I'm going to snap.
Then Nick called and told me "The front page story is all fucked up. Fifteen thousand people weren't in the U.P. for the dog-sled race!" Yeah. They were actually.
I'm an immature pothead. I put an extra word in Michael's lead. I left out two words in Michelle's lead. I don't get stuff to Rob on time. I don't assign enough stories. We're not getting pages out early enough. The layout editor can't do their job if stories aren't in. Rob's disappointed I chose to go to Ireland and not Minneapolis.
But oh, by the way, I'm writing a column, a dining review, a story on global warming in the U.P. and a feature on the Trenary outhouse races.
Sure, I'll do it. Whatever you want - since everyone thinks I am doing such a bang up job already.
I'm going to snap.
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You know...it'd be nice if at some point we all got together for a coffee/beer/movie/ciggarette/chat or something. You could do a story on how weird we are...
Seriously though, we DO live in the same town, go to the same skool and all. I know we're a bit...uh...odd...for a married couple, but you're a strange one yourself
Hope your weekend is an improvement...