A very dreamy job
When things had completely soured for me at the newspaper I previously worked at, I remember musing one day that maybe what I needed to do was shuck the journalism profession and find something that was rooted in routine and confined to a 9 a.m.-5 p.m. schedule. I should find an office job, I concluded.
So I did. When someone graciously offered me employment in an office, I was ecstatic for an afternoon. Things quickly changed and by my second day on the job I realized I had made a terrible, terrible mistake. Turns out routine is boring and ditto to secretarial work.
I thought about leaving. I looked at wanted ads on Journalism Jobs and even polished up my resume but I never applied for any positions. Truth was I didn't want to leave Los Alamos and I was too lazy to commute. What I wanted was for a another newspaper to open in Los Alamos, be magically filled with my best buddies and be asked to join them. It was a pipe dream. But who says dreams don't come true? Mine did; it just took five years.
When my friend Carol opened the Los Alamos Daily Post for business, the sun pierced right through my gloomy disposition. When she allowed me to start writing for her, it felt like I received a gift from Heaven. My first published story was one of the biggest thrills I've experienced. I figured I would be content with this mix of office work and freelance journalism. But I wasn't. I got a taste of bliss and I was hungry for more.
Then the moment arrived. Carol offered me my dream job. Now, a fair amount of my daydreams for the past five years were consumed with how I was going to leave my job. I would dance down the hall with rock n' roll music inexplicably thumping throughout the office. Or I would sneak out, unseen by everyone and become an office myth-the secretary who just simply vanished. Neither of which happened. Actually it was a nice exit; I was given a very sweet goodbye. I walked outside feeling giddy and anxious to see what lay next for me around corner.
It has been three weeks and I am a still basking in the awesome-ness of it all. I love the feeling every time I introduce myself to someone as an employee of the Los Alamos Daily Post. It is a feeling of immense pride.
So I did. When someone graciously offered me employment in an office, I was ecstatic for an afternoon. Things quickly changed and by my second day on the job I realized I had made a terrible, terrible mistake. Turns out routine is boring and ditto to secretarial work.
I thought about leaving. I looked at wanted ads on Journalism Jobs and even polished up my resume but I never applied for any positions. Truth was I didn't want to leave Los Alamos and I was too lazy to commute. What I wanted was for a another newspaper to open in Los Alamos, be magically filled with my best buddies and be asked to join them. It was a pipe dream. But who says dreams don't come true? Mine did; it just took five years.
When my friend Carol opened the Los Alamos Daily Post for business, the sun pierced right through my gloomy disposition. When she allowed me to start writing for her, it felt like I received a gift from Heaven. My first published story was one of the biggest thrills I've experienced. I figured I would be content with this mix of office work and freelance journalism. But I wasn't. I got a taste of bliss and I was hungry for more.
Then the moment arrived. Carol offered me my dream job. Now, a fair amount of my daydreams for the past five years were consumed with how I was going to leave my job. I would dance down the hall with rock n' roll music inexplicably thumping throughout the office. Or I would sneak out, unseen by everyone and become an office myth-the secretary who just simply vanished. Neither of which happened. Actually it was a nice exit; I was given a very sweet goodbye. I walked outside feeling giddy and anxious to see what lay next for me around corner.
It has been three weeks and I am a still basking in the awesome-ness of it all. I love the feeling every time I introduce myself to someone as an employee of the Los Alamos Daily Post. It is a feeling of immense pride.
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