The second day has ended, and third day is about to begin, yet I feel as though I've been working at the paper for a month already. Being there at 8 a.m. everyday is so much easier than I thought it would be. There certainly is little to no down time. I'm happy to get the break to go to class when it finally gets around to happening. It appears as though every day from 8a.m. until noon, I'll be doing page layouts, primary editing (i.e. story organization and flow and awkwardness checks) contact calling and story planning. There is just enough distraction from the influx of reporters to prevent me from going completely batty.
I sit behind an iMac from the late 90s and hope against hope that MacWord doesn't unexpectedly quit on me.
I had propped my Mac up on some dictionaries before, but the publisher got angry, citing previous employers who did the same thing and how he searched for almost an hour for a dictionary one day. I found some phone books from 1998 and utilized those instead. They are slightly more stable. Whoever thought this iMac design was ergonomic at all never sat at a computer all day long.
I'll be able to summarize and synthesize my thoughts a little better once I get all of my plans fleshed out.
I'm up to four days a week at the gym, though they are more like nights. I'm so wound up from editorial work that I just want to run and sweat. It's nice to be back to some type of physical exertion other than the normal walk to my car from my house. Plans are in the work for hockey nights to return as well.
This insomnia thing is almost defeated. At least I'm tired at 2 now.
