My first journalism job was that of Business Reporter/Obituary Writer/Weekend Evening “i.e. No One Else Wants This Beat So Let’s Give It to the Kid Who Just Graduated” Reporter for… 697 more words
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My new job has been 80% awesome, 20% bullshit politics that frustrate and insult me.
I was working off-site yesterday at a building that houses lots of employees in the group for which I’m the corporate liaison — the group responsible for those hurtful politics — when I walked (quickly, as I tend to walk) into the bathroom and ran directly into a shoulder-level wooden shelf. 112 more words
One small but telling difference between working for a hospital systtm and working for a bank: The vending machines here have three or four clearly-marked “healthy options,” which are snacks with “fewer than 260 caloris and 7 g of fat.” At the hospital, our health snack options were those with 100 calories or less — and they took up half the vending machine.
There but for the grace of God go I. Pfffft, amateurs.