{"id":128,"date":"2004-06-04T12:55:00","date_gmt":"2004-06-04T12:55:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/theogeo.com\/blog\/?p=128"},"modified":"2008-08-13T02:39:53","modified_gmt":"2008-08-13T07:39:53","slug":"128","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/theogeo.com\/blog\/uncategorized\/128\/","title":{"rendered":"The snipers have passed out in the bushes again"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;ve taken to sleeping with earplugs again. The last time I did that was my freshman year when my roommate snored and moaned while she slept, leaving me perpetually awake in my bunk. I would drive around Murfreesboro at 3 a.m. trying to lull myself to sleep like an infant. I got the bright idea to try earplugs when nothing else would work. You can&#8217;t really ask someone not to snore, after all. I would lie there and listen to her saw logs, and get fed up and yell a staccato word (&#8220;Hey!&#8221; or &#8220;Jesus!&#8221;) that would wake her and she would mumble, &#8220;Wha?&#8221; and I would pretend to be asleep. Then she&#8217;d fall back into her pattern and I&#8217;d do it all over again. <\/p>\n<p>Like clockwork, the birds woke me again at 5. They are burrowing their way back toward my bed, gaining in audacity and volume the whole way. I woke and plugged up my ears, but couldn&#8217;t fall back asleep because I was already too pissed that I was having to use earplugs to sleep in my own goddamn apartment. I don&#8217;t know why the maintenance people haven&#8217;t relocated them yet, but I left a friendly reminder along with my rent check on the front desk in case that&#8217;s what they were waiting on. <\/p>\n<p>Work has been better these past couple of days. Yesterday was hectic and stressful because the entire nation\/world section was on my shoulders and we had a 9:30 deadline instead of the usual 11:30. Obituaries were late coming in, which put me behind, and my wire editor had to go do stocks, so I ended up having to find art and make the three stories, which ran short, fit the gaping newshole. And as I was hurrying to do that, suddenly people started handing me all these proofed pages with corrections to make, including a correction on an AP graphic, which I had never made before or been told how to make. So I had to juggle all this crap and I didn&#8217;t realize I had to go back to the graphics people and approve the new graphic before they would send it to me. So I didn&#8217;t and I waited as long as I could until I had to send that page. Long story sorta short, a slightly messed up graphic printed and about 50 people pointed it out to me. It became a funny office joke, like, &#8220;Hey, there&#8217;s a problem with this graphic,&#8221; &#8220;I believe you need to check that graphic,&#8221; and &#8220;Hey, someone&#8217;s on the phone and they want to know what&#8217;s wrong with this graphic!&#8221; When someone finally explained to me that I had to haul ass to the art department and say &#8220;OK&#8221; to get the new one, I did, and two seconds later pulled the corrected one onto the second edition papers. So the mess-up only reached some readers and I learned a valuable lesson. Now isn&#8217;t that what this is all about? Hmmm?<\/p>\n<p>Today I get to work in the Money section, possibly doing the section front. Sweet.<\/p>\n<p>I finally got paid, whick rocks, but more than $100 (a quarter of my check) was taken out for taxes. I&#8217;ve spent all this time lusting for a state income tax in Tennessee, and now that I&#8217;m in a state with one, I hate it. Maybe it would be better if I lived here permanently and reaped the benefits of the tax. But I don&#8217;t, so I&#8217;m going to go throw a brick through the state capitol building window.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;ve taken to sleeping with earplugs again. The last time I did that was my freshman year when my roommate snored and moaned while she slept, leaving me perpetually awake in my bunk. I would drive around Murfreesboro at 3 a.m. trying to lull myself to sleep like an infant. I got the bright idea to try earplugs when nothing else would work. You can&#8217;t really ask someone not to snore, after all. 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