and this is why.

Today, one of the other channels' news anchors was talking about her weight loss (whythehellwouldyousayyoursizeontv?)
She went from a size 12 to size 10.
A dude reporter (he can be kinda a jerk, but who isn't in tv - but he has his funny comedic moments) whose cube is next to mine, remarked that "isn't that still big?"
To which, a female reporter gave him the smackdown...


Blargh. This is why I don't like tv. This is why tv loses great talent, because they don't want to deal with the constant spotlight on appearance.

And that is why I need ice cream tonight.

weather porn.

Still cold here. Meh.

que sera, que sera

So.

It's looking like I'm going to be unemployed for three months this summer.

Woo?

I mean, I'll pick up at least a part-time job (hopefully)...

So. I might scrapbook a lot (I need to for the DC and VA stuff) and maybe try to freelance..

I don't know if I can find a jour-job right now.. People that have been in the biz for years are being laid off daily.....

journalists get laid..... off.

This is the second time I've used that title.

More layoffs at one of the bigger media places of the giant media company.

I'm feeling very...Howard Beale at the moment.

I don't think I'm going to sleep well tonight.

the rain in spain

How I need story ideas. I thought of a decent one, but I think a paper reporter wrote it for tomorrow.
The trip to Florida solidified my NEED to live in Florida. So, internets, I will. I will live in Florida either after I get my master's or phd. Seriously. There's NOTHING like crossing the line from Alabama to Florida. NOTHING. It was raining, chilly. But it was Florida. And I love it.

I'm ridiculously ready for June. I might be talking a step back this summer, but I guess we can't all be j-stars in our twenties. Someone has to be the Cinderella story - struggling until something tiny changes everything.

Well. I have one number to call tomorrow. We'll see if that turns into a story. HAH!

road warrior

The next few days:

Virginia to Louisiana
Louisiana to Florida
Florida to Louisiana
Louisiana to Virginia



yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeessssss.


And there might be some muscle relaxers for the first and last legs of that.
Many laughs and the beach in the middle two.

yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeessssss.

I count this as my spring break...dang journalism for not having an academic sked.

Paying taxes in different states sucks.

The end.

oh murrow.

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Maybe in some other city I'll see the light

So.
I get to furlough.
Four days before the end of the month. Whatitdo. I'll use two of those days for my mini-vaca to LA/FL and the other two..to.. do nothing. Woot.
I guess I'll have to be more careful about the budget, but seriously, what CAN I take out?
I know some people can give up cable tv, but that's just NOT an option. I rather starve then not have cable.
And I only have less than 3 months left...so..yeah.

I have a feeling it's going to be an insomnia night.

har har.

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shammy

For once, as a full cup of sweet tea headed towards the carpet, I thought of a commercial first instead of a wordy dirty.

How I coulda used a ShamWOW to clean it up.

But of course, my carpet is stained with who-knows-what from the previous tenant..

so I just threw a towel on it. Let that tea stain!!

But I admit that advertising has turned my brain to mush.

kill. me. now.

I really want to slam my head into my desk.
I'm thinking about writing a spring cleaning tips article. After (of course) my article on National Nutrition Month.

Gag me with a spoon!
I am a hard news, blood and guts writer. NOT a baking soda works just as well as Comet writer.

Sometimes I freaking hate this... but only a few more months to go :D

represent!

So...
Sometimes I miss working in Congress... and then..
someone puts their job on Facebook as "legislative corespondent"

hahahahahahahah!

pancake day

I don't know if it's because it's still winter here, my thermostat is still at 56 because I'm scared of my electric bill or it's Mardi Gras in New Orleans...
but I've hit another roadblock at work.
I seriously thought about working from my laptop in my apt, so I could Youtube while "working."

I usually give something up for Lent (i.e. coffee, Cokes) but there's really nothing I can think of giving up this year. I only eat meat like once a week, if I give up caffeine I will literally fall asleep at my desk.

Maybe I should give up the Post's discussions?
No, that would be crazy. What else would take up a good 3 hours of my day?

memo:

Where's that perfect guy?

I just need him for a little bit... just long enough to register, and then make someone buy these dishes and these for me.

Fishs Eddy is now a favorite. And I will stalk these until they go on sale.


Thanx.

she's going to make it.

Blargh.
I hate when I get this way - honestly going through my stuff, making lists of what would fit in my car if I needed to leave in a moment's notice.
I don't know if this restlessness will ever leave.
I can't concentrate.

Blargh


Ramblin' girl, why don't you settle down?
That ain't your kinda town.

let's just say it was a bad day at work.

Rihanna = me
Chris Brown = journalism.

Just when I was getting in a groove, finishing a project a day, WHAM!
Chris Brown knocks me a good one.

He says to me, "feeling successful? wanted? productive? TAKE THIS!"
And pushes me against the wall.
He says your friends leave, you'll never get to where you need to be.
And busts my lip.
He puts me in uncomfortable situations, just to see how I will react - pushes my buttons because he thinks it's fun.

And I let him. I say, taunt me with over-confident people with perfect noses and tans. I let him get into my brain. I let him convince me I am not worth it.
But it's not all my fault. He teases me.
He lets me grasp moments of hope, moments of bliss. He lets me have moments of pure freedom.. right before he slaps my face and tells me to get over it.

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...

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

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.