Still 90+ every day. Still living without A/C.
Stephanie, I'm going to let that night editor comment slide because it frightens me how similar our lives are right now. You could pretty much list those things, hour by hour, for me, except that I go out and walk around about 11:30 so that I can buy lunch, because, despite the fact the grocery store is on the back side of my block, I haven't bought groceries. And I usually opt for a fuzzy NBC over PBS.
My advice to Rupal: Still visit Philly and NYC. No matter what days of the week you have off, it's still your weekend. And traffic around the cities can be really unbearable Friday-Sunday, so it's almost better when you travel on weekdays. You are, of course, always welcome in my unair-conditioned, couchless apartment.
As for my life at the paper...I am what Meditz (former Kansanite, for those of you who missed out on the Ehren Era) would call a wire ninja. Actually, I'm on the wire ninja desk. The banner above us says National/Foreign, but I'm going to try and get that changed in the next eight weeks.
I do get my own desk this summer. It's actually someone's desk who is only part-time right now. I immediately felt at home there because taped to the screen was a yellowed headline that read "Love those Jayhawks." At first I wasn't sure if it was our Jayhawks or the band The Jayhawks, but either way I was a fan. Then I noticed a postcard of a KU Jayhawk and knew it would be all good. Or so I thought. Because the next thing I noticed were the FOURTEEN pictures of a baby. Eww. Apparently this copy editor is part time because she had a baby a year ago. Apparently she's afraid she's going to forget this during her 7.5-hour shift she works once a week.
Another unfortunate aspect of my desk: I'm across from this reporter who scares the bejesus out of me. My first night of work, she was on the phone with someone. Her voice was penetrating my brain and I couldn't copy edit, so I was forced to listen to her conversation. It sounded like she was talking to her editor. They were discussing some project, and then she just started shouting. The person on the other end of the line had apparently gone on vaction without telling her about something, and she was livid and incredulous. "I can't believe you didn't tell me!" "You're going to be long for how long?!?" "It would have taken a few minutes to talk to me!" "I can't believe this. You know what, I can't talk to you anymore." Slam receiver into cradle. I live in constant fear of accidentally making eye contact with her. Sometimes I glance up when she walks by, quickly realize it's her, and contemplate where I'll place the stone statue of myself she bound to turn me into. I don't think I have much to worry about, though. I've never seen her acknowledge anyone who's not her boss.
And finally, my O.C. update. I have finished season one. Sick but true. I even managed to get someone else hooked. One of my roommates from Lawrence, Tyler, stopped through and stayed with me last weekend on his way to (and you thought newsies might be dorky) opera camp in upstate NY. Twelve hours later, he was ready to buy himself the DVDs so he could finish it after he left. Doubly sick.
Neeley
My advice to Rupal: Still visit Philly and NYC. No matter what days of the week you have off, it's still your weekend. And traffic around the cities can be really unbearable Friday-Sunday, so it's almost better when you travel on weekdays. You are, of course, always welcome in my unair-conditioned, couchless apartment.
As for my life at the paper...I am what Meditz (former Kansanite, for those of you who missed out on the Ehren Era) would call a wire ninja. Actually, I'm on the wire ninja desk. The banner above us says National/Foreign, but I'm going to try and get that changed in the next eight weeks.
I do get my own desk this summer. It's actually someone's desk who is only part-time right now. I immediately felt at home there because taped to the screen was a yellowed headline that read "Love those Jayhawks." At first I wasn't sure if it was our Jayhawks or the band The Jayhawks, but either way I was a fan. Then I noticed a postcard of a KU Jayhawk and knew it would be all good. Or so I thought. Because the next thing I noticed were the FOURTEEN pictures of a baby. Eww. Apparently this copy editor is part time because she had a baby a year ago. Apparently she's afraid she's going to forget this during her 7.5-hour shift she works once a week.
Another unfortunate aspect of my desk: I'm across from this reporter who scares the bejesus out of me. My first night of work, she was on the phone with someone. Her voice was penetrating my brain and I couldn't copy edit, so I was forced to listen to her conversation. It sounded like she was talking to her editor. They were discussing some project, and then she just started shouting. The person on the other end of the line had apparently gone on vaction without telling her about something, and she was livid and incredulous. "I can't believe you didn't tell me!" "You're going to be long for how long?!?" "It would have taken a few minutes to talk to me!" "I can't believe this. You know what, I can't talk to you anymore." Slam receiver into cradle. I live in constant fear of accidentally making eye contact with her. Sometimes I glance up when she walks by, quickly realize it's her, and contemplate where I'll place the stone statue of myself she bound to turn me into. I don't think I have much to worry about, though. I've never seen her acknowledge anyone who's not her boss.
And finally, my O.C. update. I have finished season one. Sick but true. I even managed to get someone else hooked. One of my roommates from Lawrence, Tyler, stopped through and stayed with me last weekend on his way to (and you thought newsies might be dorky) opera camp in upstate NY. Twelve hours later, he was ready to buy himself the DVDs so he could finish it after he left. Doubly sick.
Neeley
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