Working a double
I'm down in the basement of Texas Student Publications right now, trying out for a copyediting position on the Daily Texan, our student-run paper. It looks like the job, which pays almost nothing, has a lot of downtime. Cool, because it will leave me no choice but to work on my thesis. Of course, I have to get the job first, but I don't imagine that will be a problem, considering this is also my day job.
The two girls working with me, Mandy and Jill, seem about the same skill level and are actually a lot of fun to work with. Looking at the try-out sheet, I notice that of the 20 or so names, only two, including mine, are male. Excellent.
It's strange, but I already feel at ease here in the basement. I guess the laid-back nature of a newsroom suits me, especially given its frequent, but short, bursts of intense concentration. I work well in short spurts, much to the disappointment of a couple ladies in the past, I'm guessing.
I also picked up an app for a columnist position. Once a week, six to seven hundred words. Should be fun. I get to write about whatever I want. Hopefully, I can turn those pieces into prime fodder for my thesis. Or maybe I can adapt some of what I've already written in spirals and in my weblog for use in columns.
But already, I can tell the days when I have to work down here will feel strange. Thinking back, I feel like work this morning was ages ago. If anything, this new job will acclimate me to an entirely different publishing environment, which I find somewhat exciting, nerd that I am. And it will let me meet a bunch of new people. Nothing wrong with that.
Words, words, words this summer. Don't let me ignore my pictures.
I'm down in the basement of Texas Student Publications right now, trying out for a copyediting position on the Daily Texan, our student-run paper. It looks like the job, which pays almost nothing, has a lot of downtime. Cool, because it will leave me no choice but to work on my thesis. Of course, I have to get the job first, but I don't imagine that will be a problem, considering this is also my day job.
The two girls working with me, Mandy and Jill, seem about the same skill level and are actually a lot of fun to work with. Looking at the try-out sheet, I notice that of the 20 or so names, only two, including mine, are male. Excellent.
It's strange, but I already feel at ease here in the basement. I guess the laid-back nature of a newsroom suits me, especially given its frequent, but short, bursts of intense concentration. I work well in short spurts, much to the disappointment of a couple ladies in the past, I'm guessing.
I also picked up an app for a columnist position. Once a week, six to seven hundred words. Should be fun. I get to write about whatever I want. Hopefully, I can turn those pieces into prime fodder for my thesis. Or maybe I can adapt some of what I've already written in spirals and in my weblog for use in columns.
But already, I can tell the days when I have to work down here will feel strange. Thinking back, I feel like work this morning was ages ago. If anything, this new job will acclimate me to an entirely different publishing environment, which I find somewhat exciting, nerd that I am. And it will let me meet a bunch of new people. Nothing wrong with that.
Words, words, words this summer. Don't let me ignore my pictures.

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