Quiet Desperation

15-hour work day ahead.

Gearing up with some coffee. Now for a music choice…

Not wanting to be at work at 7:30 p.m. Ah well, someone else has to be at a church meeting, so it’s for a good cause.

…and I have Ray LaMontagne playing in these big headphones. Nice.

Career Contrast

I produced a half hour of news that was fairly intense yesterday.

My brother just got off a 14-hour overnight shift where he delivered a child by himself during his OB-GYN clinical rotation.

I love the contrast, but am even more proud of this kid!!

“First” day at work

Today I woke up at 7 a.m., ran, showered and went into work. It was just a strange way to start the day after spending the last 2.5 years waking up at 4 p.m. and working overnights.

Now I’m in bed and on my laptop, about to go to sleep again. Is this what real people do??

He’s not finished with me yet.

Finally.

My boss called me yesterday to inform me that they are changing around producers and I will no longer be working overnights, but producing the 5 p.m. newscast.

That means my hours will be 9 a.m. to 6 p.m.!!! I’ve been waiting for this for 2 1/2 years!!! So excited and so grateful!!!

Resurgence

I tend to Tumble here and there, but most of my online activity is on Twitter. A good chunk of the reason for that is because I work in news, but it’s also because I just prefer the medium - short and sweet with easy interaction.

The problem lately? I’ve been slacking. Two reasons for that: 1) the company that owns my station has a bogus social media policy that (bottom line) makes me scared to post the things I want to; not because of my views or whatever, but because my account may not be owned by me at the end of the day. 2) It requires, like most things, discipline and focus.

I need to get back on this. It’s something I enjoy and like doing and when little things come in and make me realize how much slacking I’ve been doing, it helps to tighten me up and focus on being, well, focused.

So here’s to discipline.

A sluggard’s appetite is never filled, but the desires of the diligent are fully satisfied.

This week needs to end. Now.

Far too many overtly public violent events, so much death.

I keep trying to lift my head up, but it’s getting tough.

Jesus, I lift my eyes
To thee I breathe my soul’s desires

My co-workers use the Force on me sometimes. Yikes.