Punch it Chewy
At least once you need to say it: "Punch it Chewy." And then the world is alright. Okay, maybe not alright, but at least a little bit better.
Today, once again, sigh, I went to do a little bit of work. I am completely stressing myself out and pushing me to the limit in order to bury my editors in stories so I can point and say, "Look, see, I can do my job and then some!"
Of course, they'll nod and say, "How cute. Papers are small this week. We're going to hold or kill two thirds of your stories/photos, though we told you write ALL of them if you hoped to keep your job."
And I'll probably be pissed off and bitching again tomorrow. I wish this were not so. Bitching about one's job constantly is bad enough. Blogging about it is worse. It's boring. I read like a sniffling twerp. That I am. That I am.
But hey, when you got nothing else to do right now, except maybe extol the virtues of cigarettes, masturbation, and the holidays what are you to do? Masturbation is usually reserved for those private times. Smoking? Nothing really to brag about there. And the holidays? As much as I love being able to spend time with my family during this one, all I can really say is, are they over yet?
Perhaps this is just one of the little tepid "phases" we all go through. You know, bitch, blah, blah, blah. Snap and go ape shit or wait for something really good to happen because you know it has to. I mean it's happened so many times before right? You're always impatient for the outcome but once it comes you are usually much better off than you ever could have hoped for.
This is all so true of course. If only I can not be a puts in the meantime. If only I can hold on and as today showed, holy shit, do my job on the fly. I drove by a house fire today. I drove by a house fire, a horrible and tragic event indeed. I drove by and stopped and took pictures because I had my camera with me. I stopped and I took pictures and I interviewed the chief, neighbors, and the home owners. I stumbled upon a little happening news story. I dove right in without fear of interfering or offending anyone, saying in my head "punch it chewy."
I did my job and I got another story. Now if that doesn't impress the shit out of my bosses I don't know what will. We shall see and if not, fuck it. I think my pop might be able to get me an interview with the PR department for a major league football team. Hell, yeah. Uh, touch down.
posted by Joe Blow @ 12/19/2004 08:32:00 PM
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