and right now, only my colleague is here; editors are thankfully still
a) eating leftover rookie reporters from the Reporter Stew they made last night
b) boiling Journalist-soup with carrots, parsnipes and some additional blood, sweat and tears
Coz y'know, editors roll like that. My time will come when I too, become an editor, and shall find that the flesh of a terrified rookie journo tastes better than lamb.
I'm supposed to follow up on a story but since it's Sunday, nobody is going to answer my calls now, are they?
So thats' why I'm blogging now, as if I don't already have enough writing to do on a daily basis.
So since it's been a long while since I blogged, I guess you're going to have to put up with an extra-long bunch of nonsense.
Sun-shiney days
So yeah my old/new job has been a rollercoaster ride where I came close to being inside the Editors' stew pot on many occasions. I swear I saw my news editor look at me and think:
"Now that scared reporter... she'll be great with potatoes and a bit of basil and rosemary. Hint of pepper. Now to convince her that the pot is merely a funny-shaped chair..."
I have also gotten 'up close and personal' with some of the slimiest politicians in the world, jolok-ed Ministers, snooped around Kampar, called up people and witnessed some of the finest liars in the world in action.
Yeah, it's been awesome. I've done so many stories and written so many things I can't really remember half of them. But being in newsdesk has been surprisingly, amazing.
I have always had an aversion to newsdesk, see, because I don't do so good with giving facts as they are. I like going round the whole background story before arriving to the point because I believe in telling the entire story without gaps in them.
I'm like that in real life, and I'm like that in writing.
I've gotten some flak for that in the first few weeks, but my Lord, I think I may have finally gotten the hand of it at last. I've learnt some about giving the facts without frills, to give readers only what is necessary for them to know, and filtering what isnt:
a) new
b) important
c) or will have an impact on people.
So no; what our Health Minister had for lunch does NOT count.
(P/S: He had vegetarian food. He's vegetarian. I had lunch with him. I was pretty much invisible, he was talking to my EDITOR)
So.
On a more personal note...
I have no life except work. I think about work on my off-days, I think about work during work days, and I think about work even when I am not working.
My parents are beginning to give me hurt looks again, as if I am treating the house like a hotel, but what can I do? I need the overtime money; credit card bills a-piling, see. So if I work overtime, I can cover for any bill shortfalls.
But money is so small these days -- a hundred bucks is like ten bucks these days.
Shit, did I just type a double dash, like I do in my stories? F-it.
I'm still trying to hang out with my friends (hello!) as often as I can, and I've gone out a few times with my ex-colleagues, who've been great to me. LOADS of gossip about my ex-employer but I won't go into it here.
I'm still hopelessly in-love with my dogs, who have been crazier than ever, and continue to plague and love me.
I suspect Lucky is an alien from outer space, sent to dispense love and affection to unsuspecting owners.
And for now, that is more than enough.
