Rebuilding my Castle...

[LoisB]

Thanks so much for the support.

I went for a two-mile hike, had some much-needed time away from D12 and have had an "awakening" about the meeting at work.

First off, D12 made some friends! Hallelujah, bring in the choir.
We don't have any girls her age in our neighborhood, but we DO have some three or four boys her age. I've been pushing her to try to and get to know them. She was busy in the garage yesterday and it started raining. The boys came into the garage for shelter and "BaBam!" ...friends :-) They ended up playing board games in the garage with two smaller boys who wondered in and the younger girl who lives down the street.

Now...as far as work...I see what the meeting is about now and I kinda want to tell em to go eat ...., but I won't. Office politics at its best. Listen to the story now...

There's this weanie editor. Big TIME WEANIE. Lives with his mother, the whole ba-bam. Anyway, he asked me out the first week or so I started working for the company. I thought it was business, but when he approached me and started talking "fancy restaurant" I realized it was more. I snipped that proposal in an instant. NOT gonna happen. He's been a bit aloof ever since. Happens to live in the area I cover and sees himself as the expert on this area. True, his family line goes way back in this sorta shid-hole, poverty-stricken town, but whatever.

He knows I'm on probation. I think he and the guy who has been mentoring me are sorta friends? I'm not sure. Still can't get a good read on this mentor. He may be a weanie too. Well, there was an event last week and the Weanie number one wanted photos for his magazine. Turns out he had to pick his mother up from the airport.

I was asked if I was going, I said "Yep."

So, I go and I take about a million pics. I made one phone call before I left to big Weanie to ask if there was anything special he wanted. But, I didn't go out of my way. The word around town is that Big Weanie doesn't like going to events, who does?...and I didn't want to set a precedent where I'm doing his shid. He seems like a real schmoozy type...always standing around the pretty girls in the office...but, I think he is well-liked among some of the senior staff...remember, I'm in an newspaper and it's a good-ol' boys club to the enth-degree.

So, I took the photos. My photos weren't all that great because I have a lousy camera and the lighting was terrible. Another woman was there who had a better camera and I ended up using her submitted photo for my front page. The mentoring editor questioned this and asked why a submitted photo...read between the lines, "Did you go to the event?" Kinda pi$$ed me off, but whatever. Told him the truth. I have tons of photos, but mine are orange. Then, I made sure to use a couple of the better ones on the inside pages.

Thursday or Friday, I get this email from Big W. He asks for the photos in a not very nice way and he CC's the mentoring editor. This really pi$$es me off. I'm doing a favor for HIM. He asks with an attitude and...there are about a million other ways he could have reached out to me...

So, I go through the 15-20 or so pics and I explain in a return email how some of mine weren't so great and why the cover photo was from someone else, but here's what I have. He responds and must not have read the last part with an even harsher tone with a note about how photoshop will take out the crap in my photos...all CC to mentor.

I send each photo separately with a CC to mentor editor. At the end, I add one sentence...I don't have photoshop. :-)

I've painstakingly put out 40? editions now. Forty. I still haven't been hired. They can bite my a$$.