But if I reach out...
Feb. 12th, 2004 11:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aruanI just realized I worked four days this week. At a paper published five times a week. At that point, I really should've just gone for broke.
Walked not three steps into the office tonight when Cameron greets me with, "[Jules], your headlines really worked yesterday. The 'Same place, new face' one for the Web site and the one for Janet, too. Really good stuff." I thanked him, after which he emphatically repeated the sentiments. Wow, am I easy. I'm still surfing that high.
[ETA: Have since learned that both my sets of headlines from last night were mentioned at today's newspaper budget meeting (though for ostensibly very different reasons). Laura reaffirmed that the Web site one we went with was "brilliant," and Casey mentioned hearing about it even before he came into the office tonight. Wild, yo. *goes with it*]
[The son of ETA: Eee! Stoney, the writer responsible for the Web site article just came in and said, I quote, "I really like... do you know who wrote this headline?" to the office at large, holding up a copy of today's paper and pointing to the front-page banner. I told him I did, and he deemed, "It's good, I like it." Eee! The writer liked his headline! *dances*]
For the record (and perhaps as a point of interest), when I checked my grade on the headline assigment for Editing this morning, there was more red than black ink on the paper. And as I'm looking at it and asking myself the natural why questions, my professor holds up today's issue and points to the top headline to say he really liked this one, and how he was such a fan of alliteration. I just stand there, my jaw on the floor, silently seething with, 'Fuck you, I wrote that, too, and it's just as good as the ones you defaced on this assignment.' The man is pathologically unreasonable and wholly illogical. I need to get as far away from the mentality and work of that class as I can every time I get out of there, for a minimum of three hours.
Wearing my "Sold My Soul to the Solo Club Tour Dec. '03" shirt to work and got to tell the story behind it twice. Not that I wasn't already "out" at the office about being a pop culture junkie and a fan of the boys, but now they know the extent of it. Except they really, really don't. *g* They've plenty of time to find out just how deep the rabbit hole goes though, as I've no plans to leave for a very long time.
Staci and I walked down to Leonardo's again, since neither one of us got pizza last night. She's been working at the paper since freshman year (she started work September 11th - yeah, that September 11th) and is now Metro news editor, and while she no longer knows if journalism is what she wants to do, she loves the office, too. I mentioned never would've knowing Cameron and Laura are chief and managing editors (respectively) the first week without looking at the staff list on Page Two. Cameron doesn't even work in his designated office, just drifts about and uses whichever computer is free. I felt not entirely a part for all of maybe the first week and a half, but it was for meeting all the various people, learning names and policies, getting the hang of the mechanics of the office, never an issue of, there's an established group and I'm an outsider. People say hey to me by name and ask me to go with when we get office-wide take-out. It's wonderful and productive and I'm always a little sad I have to return to a much less cool world at the end of the night.
On the other hand, now I feel like any headline I write tonight will be an inevitable disappointment. Apologies, but there's only so much I can do with student government and Islam. However, I did get a few good ones in for the Valentine's Day article, regardless of our limitations on cynicism.
"It's like Statutory Rape Barbie!"
-Staci, on Barbie's ending things with Ken after 43 years for a much younger man, Blaine (a lead article of CNN.com, by the way)
Couple 'will remain friends,' says Mattel
-CNN.com subhead
"I'm sorry, 'Blaine?' What kind of 1992 country club are we living in?"
-Laura
Okay, Casey gets all the points tonight. Not only did he compliment my snazztastic new pink/mauve/light green camouflage pants, but he asked to hear what I was listening to to get Stacy's Mom out of my head. I queued up Lose Myself on the MiniDisc player, which he declared a "really good" number when I handed over my headphones. It's only the most beautiful song I've heard in a long time, but that'll do, too.
end run - n. a maneuver in which impediments are bypassed, often by deceit or trickery
Walked not three steps into the office tonight when Cameron greets me with, "[Jules], your headlines really worked yesterday. The 'Same place, new face' one for the Web site and the one for Janet, too. Really good stuff." I thanked him, after which he emphatically repeated the sentiments. Wow, am I easy. I'm still surfing that high.
[ETA: Have since learned that both my sets of headlines from last night were mentioned at today's newspaper budget meeting (though for ostensibly very different reasons). Laura reaffirmed that the Web site one we went with was "brilliant," and Casey mentioned hearing about it even before he came into the office tonight. Wild, yo. *goes with it*]
[The son of ETA: Eee! Stoney, the writer responsible for the Web site article just came in and said, I quote, "I really like... do you know who wrote this headline?" to the office at large, holding up a copy of today's paper and pointing to the front-page banner. I told him I did, and he deemed, "It's good, I like it." Eee! The writer liked his headline! *dances*]
For the record (and perhaps as a point of interest), when I checked my grade on the headline assigment for Editing this morning, there was more red than black ink on the paper. And as I'm looking at it and asking myself the natural why questions, my professor holds up today's issue and points to the top headline to say he really liked this one, and how he was such a fan of alliteration. I just stand there, my jaw on the floor, silently seething with, 'Fuck you, I wrote that, too, and it's just as good as the ones you defaced on this assignment.' The man is pathologically unreasonable and wholly illogical. I need to get as far away from the mentality and work of that class as I can every time I get out of there, for a minimum of three hours.
Wearing my "Sold My Soul to the Solo Club Tour Dec. '03" shirt to work and got to tell the story behind it twice. Not that I wasn't already "out" at the office about being a pop culture junkie and a fan of the boys, but now they know the extent of it. Except they really, really don't. *g* They've plenty of time to find out just how deep the rabbit hole goes though, as I've no plans to leave for a very long time.
Staci and I walked down to Leonardo's again, since neither one of us got pizza last night. She's been working at the paper since freshman year (she started work September 11th - yeah, that September 11th) and is now Metro news editor, and while she no longer knows if journalism is what she wants to do, she loves the office, too. I mentioned never would've knowing Cameron and Laura are chief and managing editors (respectively) the first week without looking at the staff list on Page Two. Cameron doesn't even work in his designated office, just drifts about and uses whichever computer is free. I felt not entirely a part for all of maybe the first week and a half, but it was for meeting all the various people, learning names and policies, getting the hang of the mechanics of the office, never an issue of, there's an established group and I'm an outsider. People say hey to me by name and ask me to go with when we get office-wide take-out. It's wonderful and productive and I'm always a little sad I have to return to a much less cool world at the end of the night.
On the other hand, now I feel like any headline I write tonight will be an inevitable disappointment. Apologies, but there's only so much I can do with student government and Islam. However, I did get a few good ones in for the Valentine's Day article, regardless of our limitations on cynicism.
"It's like Statutory Rape Barbie!"
-Staci, on Barbie's ending things with Ken after 43 years for a much younger man, Blaine (a lead article of CNN.com, by the way)
Couple 'will remain friends,' says Mattel
-CNN.com subhead
"I'm sorry, 'Blaine?' What kind of 1992 country club are we living in?"
-Laura
Okay, Casey gets all the points tonight. Not only did he compliment my snazztastic new pink/mauve/light green camouflage pants, but he asked to hear what I was listening to to get Stacy's Mom out of my head. I queued up Lose Myself on the MiniDisc player, which he declared a "really good" number when I handed over my headphones. It's only the most beautiful song I've heard in a long time, but that'll do, too.
end run - n. a maneuver in which impediments are bypassed, often by deceit or trickery
