Tuesday, January 27, 2009

there goes...

I really feel ready to go back to grad school. I don't know if it's because the journalism job market sucks right now, I've gotten restless again or because I can't stand being in a winter climate anymore.
I was reading a reporter's memoir, and she said if you don't wake up and immediately try and find out what happened while you were sleeping, you shouldn't be a journalist.
I do wake up, turn on NPR and then flip through the news channels (which never show NEWS in the morning anymore). But I'm so sick of writing fluffy features. I groaned doing it in college.
I've been stuck on one story forever, because I literally don't want to write it. I'll write a graph, and since it IS fluff, I become disgusted at myself. But there's no other way to write it! gah!
Anyway, my main way of keeping myself sane for the last month or so is frequenting used books stores and saving the good government, politics and journalism books from the tomb of the stores.
I miss government. I miss knowing the answers to what people were asking me, I miss having lunch on the clock... I miss it.
I know I had to leave when I did, I HAD to.. but I'm really ready for this gig to be over. I know people are losing their jobs left and right (we get word of them before you do) and I should be thankful I'm getting a paycheck, but I guess I'm just not a daily journalism girl.
Maybe if I hibernate in grad school for a couple of years while working a brain-dead job in gov't I could get over this hump...

Friday, January 23, 2009

I've decided I don't want to spend my life counting inches and cutting seconds.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

obama welcome thingy dingy

So I've been watching on ABC (I guess it's ABC, the bugs on the bottom of the screen are gone), and it so similar to those cheesy PBS concerts they hold for the 4th of July.
I've had to change the channel several times because I was going to gag.
I get that many people react to Obama like he's the second coming. I've seen it in person. Seriously, some folks get all bothered about it.
Just calm down on the cheese factor - the booming voices, the flapping bald eagle.

And, you could not pay me to ride the Metro this week if I was in DC.
First off, it already smells like stale corn chips. Then you have the DC juice - whatever that is depends on the day. Secondly, it was stuffed after Nats games - I don't want to imagine what it will be like Tuesday. Even on regular workday mornings, I would usually find myself in some guy's armpit.

P.S. Barack, Lincoln isn't behind you. His memorial is.
And I feel like I've heard this speech before. Oh well.