Tales of Pulitzer Prize winners and menopausal women (neither groups include me)
A couple of items of business:
1.) I used to work with this guy:
Yesterday I found out he won the Pulitzer Prize for local reporting. I remember sitting next to him and kind of bitching because I had to pick up a lot of extra work while he was toiling away on the project he is now being honored for. I was also working on a project and I was bitter about the long hours I was putting in, the lack of resources, support, etc. I’m not in journalism anymore. I actually really came to hate it over the eight years (whoa, did I just admit that?) that I did it. Not the idea of it, the idea is great. But the actual practice sucked monkey sac, in my humble opinion.
But some people totally thrive doing it. He does and now he’s winning this awesome prize. Journalism is not for everyone. It’s thankless and tiring. People actually take time out of their day to write you letters telling you how hard you suck. They heckle you. Who else gets audibly heckled other than outfielders and comedians? People who are good at journalism should be supported. Leave this blog and read a newspaper (even if it’s just the food section, which is usually what I read)!
2.) I don’t think I will survive the summer in my office full of menopausal women. It’s only April 21 and they are already freezing me out of this place with the air turned down to like 55 degree. Doesn’t your heart stop beating at this temperature? I kid you not, I have a sweater around my legs, slippers on my feet and a blanket on my shoulders and the woman in the office next to me says she’s sweating. I only weigh like 100 pounds people – I need some heat! I actually hold hot cups of water in my hands so I can keep typing. I moved away from Ohio for a reason people.
3.) After some thought and feedback I realized that my giveaway idea was completely lame because now everyone is just going to wait to follow until No. 19 comes along. Plus, what about those early followers who stood by my side from the beginning? Will I just leave them out in the cold (or in my frigid office) with no Bible flask? Therefore, amendment: There will be a random drawing from the first 20 followers for a fantastic prize.
There once was a girl who lived in Minne She drank too much and scraped her knee Her husband said she shouldn't drink It made her want to drown him in a sink Instead she decided to have another beer -- by Kellie at Beauty is in the Eye of the Beer Holder