From forever ago, I got a picture with some of the Los Angeles Derby Dolls. See they all got really excited when they saw I was wearing a Varsity Brawlers shirt:
I also went to Austin for the Battle on the Bank II.
One of the players on the sponsorship committee took our picture:
We had quite a few people freaking out because they didn't know who we were. Some thought I was a sister to one of the players. They all thought it was great that we flew out there to support them. I honestly thought more LA fans would have gone. Once it was established who we were (req is friends with a couple players and I'm apparently his "traveling companion" (which he modified to the Donna to his Doctor Who and I'm OK with that)), the girls seemed even more excited, heh. We got to talk to more players and I met some of the refs, including one of my favorites, Thomas Refferson.
Roommate problems
Work
Nothing's really changing, other than they're getting dumber. We're interviewing for a part-time reporting position. The editor in charge of that gave one applicant two writing tests (talked him into the second, actually) and then just left him there at 5 p.m. The poor guy finishes his test and hey the editor isn't around. He tries getting help from another editor but gets a brush off. The staff is e-mailing around trying to figure out what to do, so I send a text to the idiot editor who left. He says he'll be right there and when he arrives crosses himself when he sees me. I told him it was so not cool. I wanted to lay into him more but just walked away. This guy is honestly very unprofessional. We've heard of him being sexist toward sources from the sources themselves. I have a columnist who seems to like communicating with me more than his actual editor. He continually calls out sick on the days we have to put his paper out. He skips out the second he can. I've had to beat it into his head that now that he's management, he sometimes has to stay late to get the work done. We were friends when he was a reporter, but now that he's been promoted a couple times, he's become arrogant as if he knows so much more about journalism. I want to smack him and shake him sometimes. Like seriously dude, I've been doing this shit since I was 16! That 10 years! I have a degree in this. You have a degree in creative writing.
You know this seems to be a theme. I have a reporter who seems to think he knows more about journalism too. He loves writing his own (erroneous) headlines. He loves ripping apart what my department writes. He even tries to get the other reporters on his side. My favorites have been, "I just don't get this headline. It's so obscure. It took me 20 minutes to figure it out." It was "No strike out on Everest." Below the headline was a box titled, "Three attempts at Everest." If you can't figure out this guy finally summited on his third attempt, you're a fucking moron. He then nit picked the deck because it said, "he claims." Well he does claim. He even said it in the fucking story.
This kid has a degree in physics. Decided that's not what he wants to do. Did a semester at a community college and took one, yes ONE, journalism class (with none other than the top editor who was laid off, probably due to the fact that none of us could figure out what he did all day) and got an internship. He was hired after his internship. He's been there maybe a year and a half. Seriously, that's not enough to actually know what you're doing.
At least my interns are pretty great. I mean I have one who loves to bail the second there's a lull in the work flow, but otherwise, they're great. They are really helpful and I love teaching them. I'd like to expand this program to include one training day as what they get now is so hodge podged.[/spoiler]
OK so it's just the same old same old. I'll try to update more often. Maybe.
