I don't feel like myself today. This leads me to worry who am I feeling like today? And why do I feel this way? And since I have no answers I shall instead just let my mental diatribe flow and make this post irrational. Well, maybe someone rational - I shall number my thoughts.
- Why doesn't the expositor want to pay me for my article submission before they have even read it? Could it be that they...
- think I'm just a student who can't write
- are cheap bastards
- prefer to use newswire copy than pay students who are struggling to pay and learn a craft that they are part of...what happened to solidarity???
- may have a change of heart once they read my article? Hope so.
2. I lost my cell phone. This makes me sad. So I had to get a new phone number which is a really cool number and I got a cool new phone but this is besides the point. I feel weird with people not having my number. It tis strange.
3. I woke up at 8am and actually got out of bed - what makes this so VERY strange is my first class isn't til 7pm. Oooooh, creepy.
4. Dave is sick and therefore usually unconcious. Not talking to him baffles me.
5. The city clerk lady was grumpy, bah FREEDOM OF INFORMATION REQUEST - how is it freedom when it isn't free? Not freedom, its paying for information - like a secret agent or mafia man. The government sucks.
6. What if the expositor, a paper I don't exactly regard highly, won't run my article. I think I will start drinking...more.
7. Okay I'm going into a profession which
- doesn't pay well
- isn't highly regarded
- is only highly regarded by peers
- is extremely competitive to get into
- and there is a shrinking job market for - who said this was a good idea?
oh ya...me. Shit.
8. I think I'm getting fatter, still. Shit.
9. I'm tired. This is not new but I thought I would throw it out there.
10. I don't have a full time summer job.
11. Big, big bills. Bah!
12. Lips are constantly dry - never happens til now. Its awful. Turning into Napolean Dynamite - WHERE"S MY CHAPSTICK!!>!!>
13. If I start to look like #12 I''m moving to a box, that resides in a hole in the ground.
Okay unlucky 13. I'm done.
3 comments:
Hmm.. I can't guarentee any job, or anything for that matter. However, would you like to have a coffee (or any hot beverage) with my Aunt and Uncle? Both work for newspapers, Hamilton Spectator and some other one. I don't know that much about journalism *sorry*
Anyhoo... Both are very high up on the journalism latter, If you want I can speak with them. Maybe they can think of something? Or just time to have a drink and talk about journalism, or your awesome articles?
Probably much easier to tell you this in person.
Anyway..lol
Aww... Holly! Things will look up! My profession is fits the same bill as yours, but at a MUCH MUCH higher degree of COMPETITIVE... and SHRINKING MARKET
I have no money, but I'm off amoxicillin...so we can drink together...if you pay. I will just provide cool company...myself.
As for your journalism rut...though I can't identify with the shrinking job market...I understand the stress.
Hang in there. This too shall pass.
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