Adjustment

I'm adjusting to my new life in the big city. Probably not as quickly as I would've liked, but I am adult enough to know that the world doesn't move at the pace I'd like it to all the time.

New job, which I guess is not so new anymore, is going fine. I like that it challenges me. When I go into work I never know what I might have to write about that day- baseball, obit, politics, natural disasters, the arts, etc.... I guess that's why it's called 'news'....

I wish that I felt more connected with a larger amount of people that I work with. It can be kind of tough since the fluxuating schedules of people who work in a newsroom tend to be about as far from bankers' hours as you can get. As I must've kvetched about before, I dislike the setup of my work area since it leaves me with my back to the newsroom. Not only do I come across as rude and/or unfriendly (or so I worry), but anyone there can read what's up on my nice large flat screen monitor (not that I'm surfing porn or anything, but I do prefer some modicum of privacy, or at least the illusion of it). I am getting used to sharing a desk/computer/workspace with four other people. I do long for my own drawer, so that I could leave some things at the station. Every desk has the same crappy chair that is warping the backs of many staffers. I wish ergonomics mattered to the powers that be.

Enough tired rambling for now.....


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