And now this...
Apr. 5th, 2005 09:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fantasticmuseHoly fricken' lord.
Ashley, the assistant editor called last night at about 10. The paper wasn't done. It goes to press TODAY at 11.
See, our head editor, Jake, was hired despite the fact that he has NO EXPERIENCE WHATSOEVER.
He was going to write an article about an alum that was killed in a car accident this weekend. I designed my front page, left a spot for it, and he was suppose to place it last night.
Heh.
Needless to say, the article Ashley and I got was less than perfect. It was copied word for word from an obituary of some sort, then he just blathers on about how we should live each day to the fullest or some crap.
Fuck. Well, okay. So I take his article, re-write it so it's not plagiarism, and try to figure out what to do with the second page.
Oh, did I forget to mention? His article was suppose to jump to the second page and fill the whole thing. HA HA HA. Really funny.
Anyway, Ashley stayed up til 6am working, Richard pinch hit a column to help fill the second page (500 words in an hour, not bad!) And I mentally re-arranged everything so I could fix it today.
Got up early this morning to head to the office, and what do I see but the crappy article ALREADY PLACED. It's on my front page, in all it's plagiarized glory. ARG.
Not only that, but Jake's decided to re-arrange everything on the second page that Ashley stayed up until 6 fucking am to work on. And making look like crap. He actually wanted to CUT Richard's article- so his crappy editorial could go in. WHAT THE HELL. THE BOY HELPED US OUT AND YOU DON'T WANT HIS ARTICLE TO RUN?
Fuck you, sir. Hard, with sharp objects.
And as if all of that isn't bad enough, Ashley called the Adviser, because, y'know, help? And what does he say? "I should really keep my hands out of decisions like this."
WHAT. THE. FUCK.
Am I wrong, or should an adviser actually ADVISE every once in a while. This isnt' the first time something like this has happened.
I swear to god, Ashley deserves a medal for all that she's had to put up with. She pretty much singlehandedly makes sure the paper doesn't suck.
Christ. I'm going to take her out to dinner when this year's over. She deserves so much love.
Ashley, the assistant editor called last night at about 10. The paper wasn't done. It goes to press TODAY at 11.
See, our head editor, Jake, was hired despite the fact that he has NO EXPERIENCE WHATSOEVER.
He was going to write an article about an alum that was killed in a car accident this weekend. I designed my front page, left a spot for it, and he was suppose to place it last night.
Heh.
Needless to say, the article Ashley and I got was less than perfect. It was copied word for word from an obituary of some sort, then he just blathers on about how we should live each day to the fullest or some crap.
Fuck. Well, okay. So I take his article, re-write it so it's not plagiarism, and try to figure out what to do with the second page.
Oh, did I forget to mention? His article was suppose to jump to the second page and fill the whole thing. HA HA HA. Really funny.
Anyway, Ashley stayed up til 6am working, Richard pinch hit a column to help fill the second page (500 words in an hour, not bad!) And I mentally re-arranged everything so I could fix it today.
Got up early this morning to head to the office, and what do I see but the crappy article ALREADY PLACED. It's on my front page, in all it's plagiarized glory. ARG.
Not only that, but Jake's decided to re-arrange everything on the second page that Ashley stayed up until 6 fucking am to work on. And making look like crap. He actually wanted to CUT Richard's article- so his crappy editorial could go in. WHAT THE HELL. THE BOY HELPED US OUT AND YOU DON'T WANT HIS ARTICLE TO RUN?
Fuck you, sir. Hard, with sharp objects.
And as if all of that isn't bad enough, Ashley called the Adviser, because, y'know, help? And what does he say? "I should really keep my hands out of decisions like this."
WHAT. THE. FUCK.
Am I wrong, or should an adviser actually ADVISE every once in a while. This isnt' the first time something like this has happened.
I swear to god, Ashley deserves a medal for all that she's had to put up with. She pretty much singlehandedly makes sure the paper doesn't suck.
Christ. I'm going to take her out to dinner when this year's over. She deserves so much love.
