wander/ramble

Just kidding

My decision will be made by next Wednesday, after I hop on a plane for an in-person interview.

No, I don’t understand how this is my actual life. 

In which I stress eat

I may or may not be eating pizza rolls with a glass of shiraz right now. Don’t judge.

This is how I’m coping. I am stress eating and soothing my soul by drowning it in rich liquid with cherry notes. In the past few nights, I have had late night pizza and about a million 100 calorie packs (yes, I know that defeats the purpose of the individually wrapped snacks for people like me with no willpower). What’s there to cope with? Well, the biggest decision of my newly adult life.

Where am I going to work for the next year (or more) of my life? 

That’s right: I have options. I have two job offers looming in front of me. And don’t you tell me just how incredibly lucky I am (trust me, I know I’m blessed) or how this is an enviable place to be in. I get it. In such a tight job market I should be rejoicing that I have options. I should feel awesome because two employers want me, blah blah blah.

Instead, I feel paralyzed. I decide tomorrow. In less than 24 hours, I will have my first post-grad job.

I want both jobs at the same time. They are both wonderful. I would be infinitely happy at the paper in South Carolina and, from what I gather, the beat is a veritable gold mine for good stories. I would love working my butt off at the start up in St. Louis, planning and executing an editorial vision.

For both position, there is a con for every pro. For every pro there is a con. I have always prided myself on the ability to see both sides of an argument; now that ability is haunting me.

I cannot make a bad choice, here. Which means I cannot make a choice. 

So, instead, like the last few nights, I am packing on the pounds in calories and grease. Tonight, I’m adding in a healthy mix of red wine. 

Tomorrow, I will decide.

If he can start one, anyone can.

pamplonarockcity:

After hearing that Glenn Beck’s university is an actual thing that is happening, I’ve decided I am going to start a college.

Associate degrees will be offered in the following areas:

• Karaoke Performance
• Wu-Tang Studies
• Advanced Mixology
• Social Media Maintenance
• Blurry, Pseudo-Meaningful Photography (Portfolio)
• Philosophy of Lady Gaga
• Slacktivism
• Advanced Typeface Snobbery
  
• Sandwich Artistry
• Moral Indignation (with a double major in Outrage)
• Sociology and Jersey Shore
  
• Margaritas

I do believe that I will take a major in karaoke performance and minors in margaritas and philosophy of Lady Gaga.

Do it!

Life decisions

I’m barely even job searching and it’s stressful. Should I take a big risk? Play it safe? 

I just am really, really overwhelmed. Right now, life is like a Choose Your Own Adventure book. But I always cheated playing those; I would flip to one of the suggested pages and if it said “The End” at the bottom, that was not the choice I would make.

But there’s not any possible way to cheat in this. 

I was on a headline roll

In chronological order…

I wrote two headlines I thought had zero chance of getting through and both are on the Business front. The first was about Abercrombie and Fitch relaunching their racy catalog. I made a “Sexy Back” joke (no, seriously, I did). The headline is “Retailer bringing sexy back…sexy catalog that is.” The second was about how new financial rules will impact everyday spending. I felt like I was grasping at straws and tried “Coming soon to wallets everywhere” with a strong deck and that, too, (against all logic) made it through.

I finally got a 1A headline! Apparently, the trick at the PiPress is to write a question. This may honestly be the high point of my internship, as the 1A editor rewrites most headlines sent to him. I realized I forgot to do a cutline for a mug on the story and apologized. This was answered with, “No worries. Good headline, by the way.” SWEET SUCCESS! The headline was for a story about a local lawyer who has been jailed in Rwanda and was recently released. Then, he was robbed at gun point in a random robbery outside his house. I wrote “Home safe and sound? That’s what he thought.”

And, I wrote two headlines for briefs that a slot editor sent me an e-mail about to tell me were good. One about a dog named Star whose throat was slit and was left to die but survived (“Can’t dim this Star: dog survives cut”) and the second about a couple who met at a grocery store and married there (“Nuptials on Aisle 9: wedding by wine”).

Guys, like, I can’t even explain how this happen. On a normal night, 90% of my heds are re-written. I want to jump up and down, celebrate with a drink and call my parents.

Instead I am going to bed. Farmers Market tomorrow, y’all. The goal is to stock up on produce and buy one thing I have never eaten and find a new recipe to try!

thedailywhat:

Time-Lapse Thing of the Day: Alex Silver put together this wonderful little time-lapse tribute to London using 7,757 individual photos he took during his final days studying abroad, and set it to the tune of “You’ve Got the Love” by Florence and the Machine.

[notcot.]

OK guys, I almost just cried watching this. I have a problem; I love London so much it is breaking my heart.

thedailywhat:

AutoTune The Alex of the Day: Alex Trebek performs a bunch of autotuned ditties for a Jeopardy category called “Alex Meets Auto-Tune” which sounds like a Time-Life compilation CD I would buy in a heartbeat from an informercial that aired at 2:00 AM in between ads for Girls Gone Wild.

[bwe.]

Autotune, you will never ever get old.

In which I apply for jobs

I have never been more paranoid about typos in my life.

Also, I have forgotten to attach my cover letter, resume and clips in an e-mail to one possible employer.

I also forgot to include my resume in the merged .pdf I sent to another possible employer.

And next week I am taking a six-hour test that is sent to me via e-mail. What this test might possibly have on it, I don’t know. I don’t even know if I should be studying. Should I? But what would I study?

Um, guys. This is hard. I hope I don’t have to do this for long.

Dirty Dancing…

is wrapping up on AMC right now. I chose to watch it (despite (1) I have a veritable mountain of dishes from domestic goddess day and (2) I own this movie and thus do not have to suffer through an hour of commercials).

Dear future boyfriend,

Please do super-cute, adorable things like subtly mouth the words to a love song while we are dancing a la Patrick Swayze (“I Had the Time of My Life”). Thanks.

That is all.