Howdy from Amarillo (kill me now)
So, it's your favorite night editor, Stephanie (it's OK, I always knew you liked me better than Bob), writing from the Texas Panhandle. Yes, I'm in Amarillo, Texas, and it's exactly as bad as you'd think it is. Then again, if you all were here, it would be pretty sweet. I'm working Thursday through Monday on the Amarillo Globe-News copy desk. The people are nice and I'm getting the hang of things, but I've already decided three things: 1) I don't want to live here (duh) 2) I don't want to work nights in my career (duh....also a problem considering my job training) 3) I miss Lawrence like you wouldn't believe. Ok, so none of that was really a revelation. Anyway, since I'm apparently still typing, I'll tell you what a typical day is for me:
10:20 a.m. -- Wake up and realize I should have gotten up an hour ago, as day is wasting away.
10:32 a.m -- Turn on public television, as it's the only decent channel I get. Watch afro-painter guy and wish I had his skills.
10:50 a.m. -- Call boyfriend. Tell him I'm (still) lonely. Phone cuts out because planes from nearby airport randomly end my calls. Curse.
11:25 a.m. -- Go for a run/work out at so-called Recreation Center that has no elliptical machine.
12:20 p.m. -- Make lunch (same every day) -- turkey and provolone on wheat with Cheez-Its. Wonder about food intake and its health-fullness.
1:00 p.m. -- Check email on roommate's computer. Get absorbed on Facebook on accident.
1:40 p.m. -- Take shower. Have difficulty shaving because can hardly bend over.
2:15 p.m. -- Friend (insert name here) calls. Am thrilled. Phone call gets cut out by plane after 10 minutes. Curse.
2:30 p.m. -- Read book.
3:00 p.m. -- Leave apt and go to Walmart (against will) to buy frozen something for dinner.
4 p.m. -- Arrive at work.
Anyway, if you are bored, email me at steph.lovett@gmail.com.
10:20 a.m. -- Wake up and realize I should have gotten up an hour ago, as day is wasting away.
10:32 a.m -- Turn on public television, as it's the only decent channel I get. Watch afro-painter guy and wish I had his skills.
10:50 a.m. -- Call boyfriend. Tell him I'm (still) lonely. Phone cuts out because planes from nearby airport randomly end my calls. Curse.
11:25 a.m. -- Go for a run/work out at so-called Recreation Center that has no elliptical machine.
12:20 p.m. -- Make lunch (same every day) -- turkey and provolone on wheat with Cheez-Its. Wonder about food intake and its health-fullness.
1:00 p.m. -- Check email on roommate's computer. Get absorbed on Facebook on accident.
1:40 p.m. -- Take shower. Have difficulty shaving because can hardly bend over.
2:15 p.m. -- Friend (insert name here) calls. Am thrilled. Phone call gets cut out by plane after 10 minutes. Curse.
2:30 p.m. -- Read book.
3:00 p.m. -- Leave apt and go to Walmart (against will) to buy frozen something for dinner.
4 p.m. -- Arrive at work.
Anyway, if you are bored, email me at steph.lovett@gmail.com.
posted by The University Daily Kansan at 8:50 PM
6 Comments:
Stephanie,
Glad to see you survived your Dow Jones training and an armadillo hasn't mauled you to death ... yet. Hope your Dow training was fun (mine was kind of lame). I wouldn't worry about your diet. I've been living off nothing but bagel bites, goldfish and coffee for a week and a half. Hope that you have some drinking buddies at your paper. It makes it much more tollerable. Trust me.
Jon
Stephanie-
Welcome to Texas - intern style. It's hotter than hell. Even a bit humid. The bugs are loud, and the people are too. But hey, it's really not a bad place. Good luck with your internship. See ya around.
Kealing
One time, when I lived in Fort Worth, I saw a dead armadillo on its back on the side of road near my subdivision. A few hours later when I passed by it again, someone placed a beer bottle in its paws. It was one of the funniest things I have ever seen! Enjoy Texas! --Nate
So I have a dead armadillo story too. When I worked for the paper in my hometown (keep in mind my hometown is 900 large), this douchebag called the office and said he had something for us. It turns out an armadillo had wandered up to SW Kansas all the way from Texas. Instead of calling wildlife officials, this dumb ass shoots the poor thing with a shotgun. Well this is a prime news opportunity! The editor (the only people that work at the paper are he and I) runs to the guy's house with a camera and the next day we have a photo of an armadillo ripped apart by a 20 gauge on our front page. — AKS
Amarillo?
Hooray! That's deep in George W. Bush country!
Steve
You have to go eat at the Big Texan... snarly waitresses and the challenge to eat a steak as big as a VW van... what else could you ask for in the panhandle?
Courtney
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