when the beat drops just keep swingin' it
Sep. 8th, 2004 02:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aruanI'll say one thing for Hurricane Frances - my car hasn't looked that cherry red in months.
Remember that handwritten entry meme? My belated offering of my afternoon of Trek with Miranda:
Scribbled on notebook paper, college ruled.
My poor little township. University Avenue was a ghost town tonight - I would've taken pictures, but there was literally nothing to be seen: Streetlights were out, businesses were entirely without power, even the traffic signals were useless, not even blinking. The cops were pulling up to 13th, one of only about four major intersections in this entire town, just as I got there to direct traffic. Man, I can't imagine what it was like before they arrived. Which, by the way, the rain did as well, yet again. We're so beyond drenched, we're supposed to conserve water because there isn't enough that's clean.
Work was grand. New copy editor Jeff hit on me in the break room, I was granted a parking decal with the editorial staff, and the publisher, Mr. Barber, bought out Publix's every nonperishable sweet item, enough caffeinated beverages to keep the office wired well into next week, as well as Krispy Kreme donuts, chips, and to be fair, a good assortment of fruits as well.
In less grand news, our technology battle's latest casualty is the Internet, a worrisome prospect as we pretty much can't do our jobs of, you know, checking the facts without it. The question of the night was definitely What did people do before the Internet?
A stringer came in practically vibrating with excitement over her story which, so far as she was concerned, should've been published yesterday it's so good, about... Panera running out of food this weekend. An eating establishment in Gainesville ran out of food because idiots were still going out to eat on Sunday night. Poor girl was crushed when we pointed out all the holes - she hadn't called any other restaurants to ask if something similar had happened, for one - and utter lack of news value. It may have become our running joke of the night, but that's all I'll say about that lest we perpetuate our coldhearted, cliquish reputation. Which we're not. But if you're silly, you're gonna get mocked, and that ain't just our newsroom.
Dwayne and I discussed and came to the conclusion that, as much as we bitch and moan and lose sleep, we love our jobs and would feel bereft and lost without the paper to come to, all the while fearing we'll never have this much fun in a real newsroom. But how do you not?
Gators are apparently considered a heartier bunch than the rest of the school-going population of Alachua county, whose studies have been suspended for the rest of the week while we get to report to morning classes as usual. And so before I lay me down to sleep, there's a case between the FCC and Pacifica Foundation to be briefed. I hope to make![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
coolwhipdiva proud.
Quote of the Day:
Warren: Hey, Justin, when are you going in to work tomorrow?
Justin: Sometime after my eyes open and before I start drinking again.
Remember that handwritten entry meme? My belated offering of my afternoon of Trek with Miranda:
Scribbled on notebook paper, college ruled.
My poor little township. University Avenue was a ghost town tonight - I would've taken pictures, but there was literally nothing to be seen: Streetlights were out, businesses were entirely without power, even the traffic signals were useless, not even blinking. The cops were pulling up to 13th, one of only about four major intersections in this entire town, just as I got there to direct traffic. Man, I can't imagine what it was like before they arrived. Which, by the way, the rain did as well, yet again. We're so beyond drenched, we're supposed to conserve water because there isn't enough that's clean.
Work was grand. New copy editor Jeff hit on me in the break room, I was granted a parking decal with the editorial staff, and the publisher, Mr. Barber, bought out Publix's every nonperishable sweet item, enough caffeinated beverages to keep the office wired well into next week, as well as Krispy Kreme donuts, chips, and to be fair, a good assortment of fruits as well.
In less grand news, our technology battle's latest casualty is the Internet, a worrisome prospect as we pretty much can't do our jobs of, you know, checking the facts without it. The question of the night was definitely What did people do before the Internet?
A stringer came in practically vibrating with excitement over her story which, so far as she was concerned, should've been published yesterday it's so good, about... Panera running out of food this weekend. An eating establishment in Gainesville ran out of food because idiots were still going out to eat on Sunday night. Poor girl was crushed when we pointed out all the holes - she hadn't called any other restaurants to ask if something similar had happened, for one - and utter lack of news value. It may have become our running joke of the night, but that's all I'll say about that lest we perpetuate our coldhearted, cliquish reputation. Which we're not. But if you're silly, you're gonna get mocked, and that ain't just our newsroom.
Dwayne and I discussed and came to the conclusion that, as much as we bitch and moan and lose sleep, we love our jobs and would feel bereft and lost without the paper to come to, all the while fearing we'll never have this much fun in a real newsroom. But how do you not?
Gators are apparently considered a heartier bunch than the rest of the school-going population of Alachua county, whose studies have been suspended for the rest of the week while we get to report to morning classes as usual. And so before I lay me down to sleep, there's a case between the FCC and Pacifica Foundation to be briefed. I hope to make
coolwhipdiva proud.Quote of the Day:
Warren: Hey, Justin, when are you going in to work tomorrow?
Justin: Sometime after my eyes open and before I start drinking again.
