Dang it All
Trials and Travails of a 20-something
Thursday, September 22, 2005

I've been looking for a fulltime copy editing job for the past three or four months, more seriously in the last 30 days. And in 90% of the ads I read, the newspaper was looking for a copy editor/designer, someone who would check for accuracy and content at the same time that they make the paper look good. So I decided this past week to start trying my hand at designing again. I did two pages of The Eagle tonight and am slated to start work on a regular schedule with the presentation team next week.

The ironic part is that this comes just as I start talking seriously to two papers about jobs, both papers with a words-only desk, where I wouldn't need design skills at all. Oh well. At least it'll look good on my resume.

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Music playing right now: Beck - Derelict

Women seem to have a great capacity for empathy. It comes out at weddings, at sappy movies about women who have cancer and find their true love with just three weeks to live, and in their relationships with other females.

One of the strangest examples of this remarkable sympathetic nature is the female ability to get on the same pee schedule. It's a strange habit that women seem to get into. After working with the same people for a while, they'll tend to start meeting them in the bathroom at the same time every day. Sort of like sympathy pains, or more accurately, sympathy bladder pains. This happens to a certain degree with men as well, but its certainly not as widespread.

All that being said, I think I've inadvertendly gotten on the same schedule as my postman. Not the same pee schedule, but the same mail schedule. It's strange. The last three times I've gone to check my mail (Friday, Monday and today), I've met my postman while he's in the midst of dispensing letters and parcels into all of the little boxes that make up our apartment complex mail system. What makes this really weird is that every time I've gone it's been at a different time (3:30, 4:45 and 2:30). I think we must have some sort of weird psychic connection or something. Mail-bonding perhaps?

Friday, September 16, 2005

Music I'm listening to right now: Barry McGuire - Eve of Destruction

Whenever you go into a stall in the third floor men's bathroom here at The Eagle, you find a few random pages of the sports section scattered across the floor. Presumably these are left by bored toilet-sitters who feel the need to peruse the scores while doing their business. Occasionally, if things are moving very slowly, I'll read a few headlines myself.

I thought today about the health implications of this. How many other people - people in the midst of doing something decidedly unhygienic - have touched the same newspaper pages that I am touching with my pants at my ankles? Maybe I should halt this practice.

Maybe I'll just start wearing rubber gloves whereever I go.


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