Photo with 4 notes
I get voicemails that are equal parts insulting and congratulatory. Both make me want to write more. When I can get away for lunch, I take a home-packed pita or rice and beans outside for a picnic with my co-workers. We talk about nothing but work, and when some local news-maker walks by we contemplate following to see what he/she is up to. While I’m a Danny-Tanner-grade neat freak at home, my desk is becoming a cave of documents, post-it notes and mail I’m too busy to open. I’ve been trying to post this entry for five days now, but haven’t because my phone keeps ringing.
I am a newspaper reporter.