Dickie Cronkite

So I have a story coming out either tomorrow or Friday that should probably get me banned from the state of Alaska.

Fuck it, I was never a cruise person anyways. Tom or otherwise.

Things are so godawful slow in this here newsroom. You'd think I'd have lodging in Venezuela by now, but no. And I've heard so many wonderful, inviting things about Caracas...it's amazing I haven't picked up the phone sooner.

Speaking of godawful slow and picking up the phone sooner...it's so effing slow that Nery and I have resorted to competing who can answer the main line first. We're both bored shitless, and our desks are closest to the main phone...so whoever has the most "pickups" at the end of the day wins. (Today Nery's up 3-2, on some lucky breaks while I was on the phone to Seattle.)

It's getting out of hand fast. Each time one of us beats the other and answers professionally but slightly out-of- breath, the rest of the newsroom gawks in shock.

We've each crank-called the line to laugh at the other guy when he scrambles and races for the phone. Unsurprisingly, Frosty got in on that action from the other side of the room.

I got a good photo-finish win on Nery two calls ago - Sports Center Top 10 quality. But I think we broke the phone last time - I'm not kidding, it fell off its perch as we fought over the receiver. The line went dead, and we called it a draw.

And it's not just phone wars with Nery. I fight with Frosty over the thinking ball (don't ask), I wrestle RND's peanut buttter away from her, on the grounds that the peanut butter must be kept with the graham crackers, and since I am the proprietor of the graham crackers...

Using the aforementioned thinking ball, I play catch with Mashek, argue with Ron about his Judas betrayal of the Dodgers in favor of the Nationals, I bitch with Lesley about having no stories, I steal 19th Hole's headphones since mine are broken, I watch the Plinko segments of The Price is Right with the broadcasters (who really aren't doing anything)...

August in DC. Good lord.

The best part, I had my final evaluation with Ellen today, who told me how impressed she was with my professionalism. I almost fell out of my chair, racing-Nery-for-the-phone style.

*sigh* I need to go sit in the corner. Or take a walk. Or actually get something productive done.

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2005-08-17 3:55 PM Stir crazy. Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (3) Share on Facebook	So I have a story coming out either tomorrow or Friday that should probably get me banned from the state of Alaska. Fuck it, I was never a cruise person anyways. Tom or otherwise. Things are so godawful slow in this here newsroom. You'd think I'd have lodging in Venezuela by now, but no. And I've heard so many wonderful, inviting things about Caracas...it's amazing I haven't picked up the phone sooner. Speaking of godawful slow and picking up the phone sooner...it's so effing slow that Nery and I have resorted to competing who can answer the main line first. We're both bored shitless, and our desks are closest to the main phone...so whoever has the most "pickups" at the end of the day wins. (Today Nery's up 3-2, on some lucky breaks while I was on the phone to Seattle.) It's getting out of hand fast. Each time one of us beats the other and answers professionally but slightly out-of- breath, the rest of the newsroom gawks in shock. We've each crank-called the line to laugh at the other guy when he scrambles and races for the phone. Unsurprisingly, Frosty got in on that action from the other side of the room. I got a good photo-finish win on Nery two calls ago - Sports Center Top 10 quality. But I think we broke the phone last time - I'm not kidding, it fell off its perch as we fought over the receiver. The line went dead, and we called it a draw. And it's not just phone wars with Nery. I fight with Frosty over the thinking ball (don't ask), I wrestle RND's peanut buttter away from her, on the grounds that the peanut butter must be kept with the graham crackers, and since I am the proprietor of the graham crackers... Using the aforementioned thinking ball, I play catch with Mashek, argue with Ron about his Judas betrayal of the Dodgers in favor of the Nationals, I bitch with Lesley about having no stories, I steal 19th Hole's headphones since mine are broken, I watch the Plinko segments of The Price is Right with the broadcasters (who really aren't doing anything)... August in DC. Good lord. The best part, I had my final evaluation with Ellen today, who told me how impressed she was with my professionalism. I almost fell out of my chair, racing-Nery-for-the-phone style. sigh I need to go sit in the corner. Or take a walk. Or actually get something productive done. Read/Post Comments (3) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top
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