Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts

Monday, November 22, 2010

Hello, World of Work.

I went red during the school board meeting tonight.

One porky, asthmatic member thanked President Kevin Patrick for the article about how well HCCSC treats their soldier employees. It was, of course, an article I had written, and dear Kevin, of course, turned the attention to me. I can do attention, but not of that flavor. And knowing that the red is growing upward from my neck to my temples only makes it come quicker and hotter.

So that was nice.

In other news, I would very much so enjoy a new job, not for the injustices of hours versus pay or because my boss annoys me to the point of school shooting (though these things are, unfortunately, too true), but because of the unethical and inconsistent values portrayed by the company...perhaps, in particular, this office, or maybe more particularly...just my editor. What do I mean?

  1. She wants too much local coverage for how much she is willing to personally cover. Specifically, if an event is not something she will already be at (for a club or organization she is involved in) or won't get her supreme recognition or is beyond her 20-step walking capacity, I must go.
  2. She pitched and has successfully implemented a "Your Neighbor" column that runs each and every day and features someone new from the community. Under her advisement, we were to seek out "anyone, because everyone has a story." So we interviewed, literally, anyone. One time, I even interviewed a child so young he couldn't yet talk beyond a few suggestive grunts, allowing his mom to interpret his answers. Another time, I interview three heathen young cousins and received several emails for days after to suggest I had either a) Manipulated the boys so as to make fun of the answers I forced them to give or b) Honored the boys' bad behavior and as such placed our community in danger, because these boys would surely live lives in and out of the county jail. Most recently, I interviewed an old homeless war veteran, someone suggested to me as a "great" and "interesting" man. My editor lectured me this morning for taking a photo of the man in a bar, though the only clue to our whereabouts was a blue light in the corner of the picture and Nik's slightly squinting eyes. "Was he drunk?" she asked me while showing me the picture. "I don't know. Did you read the article?" "Well...no, not yet." Of course not. She never actually reads articles and when she does, it's a skim only if you can even count it as that. I go on to explain to her that, sure, appearances "matter" but I printed nothing to suggest the man was drunk nor an alcoholic and I failed even to mention that he was homeless for fear I might disrupt the fragile mind of the "important" in our community and that his printed answers reflect a deeply compassionate, reflective man who has simply endured a rough life. Her retort: "Well, you're right: appearances do matter." Ask me again why I smoke. It's for moments like this, when I need to do something with my hand and my mouth and my lung in a switch and consistent motion to calms my nerves so I don't get myself fired and/or arrested. Wendy and Doug joined me out back so I could vent, which primarily consisted of screaming the words "Fuck that!" That's the main thing about this job that I cannot stand. I can't stand the idea of working for people who are that a) inconsistent b) shallow c) ignorant.......etc. No, YOU are right, Rebecca. Everyone does have a story, just as long as they are white, above the age of 30 and make at least $100,000 a year.
  3. I don't remember the rest. There's a lot of it. I don't know, what else can I add...low office moral? Check. Poor treatment of employees? Yeah. Overcritical and self-important employers? Oh, yes. We got in another tiff tonight about a photo. She criticized, I said it was a matter of opinion and told her why my choice for the photo was completely acceptable despite her bitching, and then I walked out.

Like I said, I would really love a new job, one where you're appreciated for the 10 hour days you put in almost every day and admired for your creative choices and unexpected initiative and where everyone in the community you write for is considered to have equally high worth.

Sunday, October 4, 2009

I like to read.

25 books I want to read by September 8, 2010 (Emily Dearest's Birthday!)
(not necessarily in this order..except for the 6 Austen's, as that's the order in which they were written.)


Bold=done.


Sense & Sensibility
Pride & Prejudice
Mansfield Park
Emma
Northanger Abbey
Persuasion
Mere Christianity
Harry Potter 6
Harry Potter 7
Never the Bride
Wuthering Heights
Reading Lolita in Tehran
Lolita
Othello
Shoeless Joe
The Shack
The Weight of Water
The Shipping News
Song of Solomon
Passing
Treasure Island
The View From Saturday
The Ragamuffin Gospel
The Devil's Wind
Nineteen Minutes

So hold me accountable!! Whenever you see me, ask me what I'm reading these days & remind me of this commitment. Thanks :-)

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Wilting


Wait for a word to fall from someone else's lips, now.

Wait for your name to be called when they've all given in.

Wait for a reason to lift up your head, and take back what you said.

You didn't mean it, but you'll never tell.


Watch for a wind to blow everyone's houses down.

Call the witch to come strike what you love to the ground.

Hope for a reason to wander off to somewhere new.

You didn't mean it, but you'll never tell.


Walk the streets still waiting for you, parting their lips to engulf you in.

Walk the streets, don't think of me, don't let yourself be anything but cold.

You're growing old now...

Take care of you now, or, who else will?


Tire of the abuses.

Let no light back in.

Seek out stronger excuses.

Swear off taller men.

Wilt away at any day that beckons you to bloom.

Flee from your fears and sign up where there's room.


Take up your time

wait in line

and walk it till you die.

You can say you didn't mean it,

but you know you'll never tell.

Friday, September 25, 2009

today I'll start #100

Number 100 on the blog list is something about making up a list of things I wanna write about and then doing it..so I'm gonna..starting now!

A List Of Things I Wanna Write About (& Then Do)
  • A monthly posting about world issues, perhaps: "Things We Should Be Doing Something About" & listed in volumes. They'll start at the 1st of each month & that whole month will be dedicated to the research, writing, and benefiting of that particular issue. Yaaah?? (Possible topic numero uno: Child exploitation)
  • The All-Taylor Girl - for a whole month (or maybe a week..cuz not sure I'll last longer..) I'll attempt to follow every rule at TU & actually study as much as the syllabi say. And read the student handbook. Ha. And record how much I hate it & can't wait for it to end. Human misery! Woo!
  • Editorials. Because profs & campus safety & girls make me mad sometimes & it'd be sweet to vent publically & shamelessly.
  • Frustrating linguistics: WTF is the difference between lay & lie & lain and who even says lain?? No one. Let's explore, then, why the Founders Of English decided on something so silly. And other such silly things.
  • Stuff about clothes. Because I enjoy clothes.
  • Book/movie/music reviews as I happen upon them.
  • Things I've learned lately

We'll update this regularly.. I mean, let's be honest - it's a big world out there and there's LOTS to cover so I'll be here awhile & I hope you will too!! :-)