A little about a lot

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Saying so long

Tomorrow my co-workers and editors will have a going away dinner and cake for me. My official last day is Thursday, but I'm pretty sure I'm going to be done with all of my work by tomorrow, so Thursday is going to be a short day, if I come in at all.

Being so close to the end of my time here at this big-city newspaper is exciting, but there are some things I'll miss. Even more though, there are some things I'll rejoice to leave behind.

Things I'll be fine without:
Weird ad guy who stares at me when I get out of my car. Ugh.

A kajillion e-mails a day saying "This is our new payroll system procedure," followed by "Wait, we're changing the procedure," and then "Go back to the first procedure, but make these changes," and finally "This is really just for practice because we won't really launch the new payroll system until April. P.S. We've changed the procedure again. Watch for that e-mail."

Too many editors.

Mandates from California that make me want to throw pens at people.

An EIC who wouldn't know me if he fell over me.

Weekend shifts - 8 hours of staring at a corner.

Things I'll miss:
Being able to wear jeans whenever I want.

Leaving at 3:30 on Fridays. Pretty sure that won't fly anywhere else.

Still...I think I'll be able to handle the new job and the whole working til 5 on Friday thing since I'll get to periodically get to drive around and look at wheatfields.


Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Oh. My. Goodness.

Just realized that on my last day at this job - when there will be a delicious cake waiting to be devoured in my honor - it will still be the Lenten season. So...no sweets.

Now, I've argued my way into being able to have pb&j, granola bars, chocolate milk and some types of mints - but I don't think I can find a way to call cake anything other than a "sweet."

So, alas. I don't get to eat a piece of my goodbye cake.


However, I'm reminded that it makes God no less God if I eat cake during a time I've given up sweets. The giving up is to help me.

Lent is about bringing me closer to my Creator, who is the one true Provider. So, really if I decide to take a day off to eat a piece of the goodbye cake, I can. I'm not sure I want to though... UGH! That's probably pride!

Oh, I can't win!

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

She's gone country

That's right. My time in the city is coming to an end. Halle-glorius-lujah.

I recently accepted a position at a Kansas newspaper a little further west and south of my current location. A little further west and south and a lot more country.

I am so incredibly stoked.

I'll be a general assignment reporter, which will mean a lot of jumping and running when news happens in my soon-to-be home of about 50,000 people. The job and the locale are much more my speed. I'm so excited to get there.

On the other hand, I can't close out this chapter of my life without praising God for His faithfulness to me and the ways He has blessed me over the past few years.

He led me to my church, which I love. The people there have grown me in ways I didn't even know I needed to grow. I've found spiritual mothers and fathers - something I'd never experienced before. I will miss them horribly, but at the same time, I know that they've equipped me to go somewhere else and make a difference.

He gave me a job that has been a great experience. Upon arriving here, I was pretty sure I wouldn't want to stay for much more than 2 years. Still, I've become a much better journalist, have worked with some amazing reporters and editors and have learned more about what it means to serve a community through journalism. I've met some amazing friends through my work and have had some really, really good times.

He surrounded me with young women of faith. These women - in their own ways - are truly amazing. They are precious stones. We've all made steps toward being more of who God created us to be and that has been an amazing experience.

I've been happy in my time here. I've grown, I've struggled, I've learned, I've fallen, I've been wounded, I've been healed. I wouldn't give up this time in my life for anything. But I'm so excited for the next chapter.

Wednesday, March 07, 2007


Warning: I'm going crazy.

I have a lot to do. A lot. And big decisions to make that will affect the REST OF MY EVER-LOVING LIFE DON'T TRY TO TELL ME THEY WON'T. Also, I can't have sweets.

Not a good combination, folks.

Thursday, March 01, 2007

Humble Pie

Many of my faithful blog readers (all four of you) have recently heard me whine about a story I'm working on that makes me want to scoop my eyeballs out with a spoon and fling them at people.

I've had sources yelling at me , and I get at least one phone call about the story a day. Add to that the fact that every time an editor reads the story, she or he has asked me to add to it, leaving the story at a whopping 52 inches with a 14-inch factbox at completion. (normal stories are 10-20 inches long)

Here's where the whining came in. It went something like "these idiot editors keep having me add stuff to this story and there is no way in heaven or hell that they are going to run a 52-inch story with a 14-inch factbox. A story that long has never been run in the history of the world. Even God in all of his benevolence would not run a story that long."

I just knew they were going to hack out all the parts I had spent hours adding at their request. How else would they get a 52-inch story down to a manageable 30-35 inches? I mean, I know I can be wordy, but I've re-written this story 15 times and had already cut out a lot of the extra words.

Last night my editorstarted cutting. She cut 14 inches out of the story by just getting rid of redundant phrases and some explanation that really didn't need to be there. She cut parts of quotes, she cut parts of transitions. The point is, she cut 14 inches - the size of a normal story - out of my story without cutting out any one section or topic.

I am totally amazed and completely humbled.