It stresses me out to stress out
A little over a month ago, I was in Tacoma, Washington, jobless, purposeless and sooooooo bored.
I blinked my eyes and suddenly I’m back in Linton, working (yay!) back at the Daily World and trying my hardest to keep up as the editor. It’s a lot, you guys. Some days I spend in a constant state of worry and even fear as I try to remember all of the things that I have to do. On deadline. If it wasn’t for Tia and Nate, I sincerely don’t know what I would do. These two keep great attitudes while they get things done. Well, Nate tends to push back a little, but I like that he’s cocky like that, it adds to his charm and he is a sincere guy I can count on without a doubt. Tia too, except not the guy part.
Every day is fresh new bit of hell and more stress, but you don’t become a journalist if you enjoy sitting around and not getting things done, all calm and relaxed.
These days, I have a purpose. I have responsibilities, and other people rely on me to get things done (and then I rely on other people and I’m so glad they’re there).
At the end of the day, I walk in the door, and Meep comes running from wherever she was napping to greet me and hear about my day. I may be fantasizing that she wants to hear about my day, she may just want some Fancy Feast and gravy, but a girl can dream.........
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