
Over the weekend one of the editors wanted me to cover a certain type of event that I have covered a lot already. It wasn't so bad except for the fact that the request came via their significant others' email and at 12:35 a.m. the morning of the event.
I was awake when i received the email update on my iPhone, but was so put off by the blatant disregard for my knowing of the event that it made me just want to scream. I slept in and ignored the fact that they gave me 12 hours before the event was to take place and even less time to decided whether or not I wanted to cover it.
I denied them with a big fat NO. I made up an excuse on the phone to make my emotional state feel better about being denied an ounce of professional courtesy. I am obviously still peeved

But oh well, shit stinks and heavy things sink in water. Either way, the damn world keeps spinning even though we want it to stop for a few days and let us take a break.
I am sitting in the news room, resenting the fact that there is not enough time to write all the stories I need to finish but there are not enough stories to allow me to finish. Gotta love double-down downers.