Today was particularly disturbing.
After our budget meeting, the other copy editor e-mailed me to say she noticed the Robot staring for three minutes without blinking. She then realized he was staring at my tits. Then he moved his hand to his nether region, as she put it. I was thoroughly disgusted. I know he stars at my tits a lot. I've caught him doing it, but didn't say anything because he's one of those super creepy socially awkward probably has aspberger's guys. But really, that kind of behavior is so not OK. I asked the copy editor to tell HR about it as she saw it. I may follow up with a call to the HR department tomorrow.
While reading a story about the city sending a fairground foundation a letter requesting documents before appointing two members to the board of directors, I noticed the reporter said the foundation's board would have 40 members. Yes, forty. FORTY!
The new city editor (yes, the one who was hired instead of me) didn't see anything wrong with that. I then asked him why he took out a part about the county supervisors holding off on appointing board members. (This is confusing, I know. Both the city and the county were asked to appoint two members each.)
He said it was because the city manager said it, not the supervisors. Fair enough. So why not tell the reporter to call the supervisors for a quote? I tell him to tell her to hurry up and do it (as it's almost 6 p.m. and we know politicians work normal hours). He said, "Right now?" No idiot, in three weeks when it no longer matters.
So he calls her. Turns out she got the 40-member board from an opinion piece the board's chairwoman wrote. Yeah, the chairwoman wrote there would be 11 members on the board and another 29 in the organization. Yes, that totally equals 40 people on the board. Totes.
Then it turns out that the city manager showed her a memo about the supervisor's decision to wait. That's a hell of a lot different than saying the city manager said the supervisors were going to wait.
Basically, I had to do the city editor's job yet again. This guy has a master's in journalism and he can't get the basics. Yesterday he asked me what a deck is (that's the thing below the headline, sometimes called a subhead). That's usually something you learn while earning your bachelor's degree. I also found out that he asked our courts reporter what an arraignment is. This is another basic that any good city editor ought to know. Oh, the answer? Suspects are told the charges against them and can enter a plea at arraignments. It's an early step to a trial.
Back to the fair story, it turns out the supervisors are making a move to buy the fairgrounds, meaning the foundation now has some competition. This is fucking huge and we almost missed it because the reporter (who is also new) decided to only partially listen to the supervisor's meeting online. They went into closed session to discuss the possibility of buying the land. Closed session typically equals something juicy. I have a feeling it was on the agenda and should have tipped her off. But oh wait nope, it didn't.
So this reporter. She is a total prima donna. I'm trying to be nice and give her the benefit of a doubt, but jesus, she's always told another reporter she thinks the city editor is mean... Yes, the man who is afraid of his own shadow is mean. Riiiiight. She also just wants to do investigative pieces and the two-stories-a-day requirement is just too much so she's only going to do them when she has to. Well honey, you have to do it every day. That's why it's a fucking REQUIREMENT!
When I ask her for important information, she never quit seems able to find it. Some investigative reporter.
Part of me wants to tell the top editor I'm working in Glendale until they get rid of the Robot. I shouldn't have to put up with crap like that. I've been looking at job postings. I just have to buckle down and apply for them. It's scary though. I know I keep talking about leaving. We'll see. Right now, it's hard to really think I could get another job in this field. I keep hearing about lay offs and I'd be leaving my seniority behind, leaving me vulnerable for the ax.
Life has been good outside of work. New roomies moving in Sunday. Squee's happy and healthy. Spending lots of nice time with old requiem, just don't tell him I said that. It'll shatter the illusion that I hate him.
After our budget meeting, the other copy editor e-mailed me to say she noticed the Robot staring for three minutes without blinking. She then realized he was staring at my tits. Then he moved his hand to his nether region, as she put it. I was thoroughly disgusted. I know he stars at my tits a lot. I've caught him doing it, but didn't say anything because he's one of those super creepy socially awkward probably has aspberger's guys. But really, that kind of behavior is so not OK. I asked the copy editor to tell HR about it as she saw it. I may follow up with a call to the HR department tomorrow.
While reading a story about the city sending a fairground foundation a letter requesting documents before appointing two members to the board of directors, I noticed the reporter said the foundation's board would have 40 members. Yes, forty. FORTY!
The new city editor (yes, the one who was hired instead of me) didn't see anything wrong with that. I then asked him why he took out a part about the county supervisors holding off on appointing board members. (This is confusing, I know. Both the city and the county were asked to appoint two members each.)
He said it was because the city manager said it, not the supervisors. Fair enough. So why not tell the reporter to call the supervisors for a quote? I tell him to tell her to hurry up and do it (as it's almost 6 p.m. and we know politicians work normal hours). He said, "Right now?" No idiot, in three weeks when it no longer matters.
So he calls her. Turns out she got the 40-member board from an opinion piece the board's chairwoman wrote. Yeah, the chairwoman wrote there would be 11 members on the board and another 29 in the organization. Yes, that totally equals 40 people on the board. Totes.
Then it turns out that the city manager showed her a memo about the supervisor's decision to wait. That's a hell of a lot different than saying the city manager said the supervisors were going to wait.
Basically, I had to do the city editor's job yet again. This guy has a master's in journalism and he can't get the basics. Yesterday he asked me what a deck is (that's the thing below the headline, sometimes called a subhead). That's usually something you learn while earning your bachelor's degree. I also found out that he asked our courts reporter what an arraignment is. This is another basic that any good city editor ought to know. Oh, the answer? Suspects are told the charges against them and can enter a plea at arraignments. It's an early step to a trial.
Back to the fair story, it turns out the supervisors are making a move to buy the fairgrounds, meaning the foundation now has some competition. This is fucking huge and we almost missed it because the reporter (who is also new) decided to only partially listen to the supervisor's meeting online. They went into closed session to discuss the possibility of buying the land. Closed session typically equals something juicy. I have a feeling it was on the agenda and should have tipped her off. But oh wait nope, it didn't.
So this reporter. She is a total prima donna. I'm trying to be nice and give her the benefit of a doubt, but jesus, she's always told another reporter she thinks the city editor is mean... Yes, the man who is afraid of his own shadow is mean. Riiiiight. She also just wants to do investigative pieces and the two-stories-a-day requirement is just too much so she's only going to do them when she has to. Well honey, you have to do it every day. That's why it's a fucking REQUIREMENT!
When I ask her for important information, she never quit seems able to find it. Some investigative reporter.
Part of me wants to tell the top editor I'm working in Glendale until they get rid of the Robot. I shouldn't have to put up with crap like that. I've been looking at job postings. I just have to buckle down and apply for them. It's scary though. I know I keep talking about leaving. We'll see. Right now, it's hard to really think I could get another job in this field. I keep hearing about lay offs and I'd be leaving my seniority behind, leaving me vulnerable for the ax.
Life has been good outside of work. New roomies moving in Sunday. Squee's happy and healthy. Spending lots of nice time with old requiem, just don't tell him I said that. It'll shatter the illusion that I hate him.
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baudot:
The plan is to come back for all of January, perhaps staying February as well.
baudot:
So make a reservation for sometime in January. See you here then.