Sunday, March 4, 2012
Not sad or glad just very mad!!
I am so happy that it is the weekend! Sleeping late, watching movies and no work!!! It has been quite a week. On Thursday, I learned my stats (how much I have done at the newspaper) for the February. For me a month represents, a daily newspaper that comes out five days a week, a monthly magazine and a quarterly that comes out four times a year.
For February, I wrote 47 stories (36 newspaper, three indepth pieces, 5 for women's mag and three for the Lake). I took 96 photos, one video and several photo galleries. I am tired just thinking of what I did. Apparently, it is not enough. The higher ups think I could do more since I am the education reporter. One of my co-workers had 70 stories for the month. 70!!
Wanna know how he got that number. He is the crime reporter and we are in the middle of bad crime times in RR. He doesn't go to crime scenes. Police call him to give him the stories plus he gets press releases from them. Some days, he has 5-7 stories this way. The publisher and CEO will not see how his stories are one sourced and small. They will see the 70. I am angry because it looks like I am not doing shit. And I am. But me with 47 and D with 43, we look we are the biggest slackers and he is carrying us. Honestly, it makes me want to throw in the towel.
I am not sad. I am mad.
Realistically, the most I could raise my numbers is 50 to 55 stories a month. Anymore, I would be hospitalized for exhaustion. I am so grateful to have a job in an area with an 11 percent unemployment rate. The newsroom is the backbone of this newspapers. Without us providing content, there is no newspaper. And if I may say so, we put out a damn good newspaper. I am not a quitter but I feel like throwing in the towel. But I will not. I will keep going until I am no longer needed or if I find something else. Thanks for letting me vent!!
1. Thankful for having a job!
2. Rediscovering my love of cooking! I look forward to cooking dinner each night.
3. Refusing to let life consume me!
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