Barney, Start the Revolution

If there is one thing I can't stand about writing for the paper, is the blatant abuse of power by the editors. Certain ones more than others and some not at all. But the ones that do ... annoying. I am planning on being an editor next semester and I plan on never leaving a writer hanging.

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 about the whole incident, enough to rant to the online world about it.

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.