Monday, October 29, 2018
Previously on...
Friday, October 26, 2018
Who on earth is Tim?
This week in a Small Town Newsroom
Wakeen was talking about a TV show, and said you have to watch it to know what's going on. What a shocking revelation.
My counterpart, Violet, brought her grandson by to trick or treat on Wednesday. (She also brought candy for us to give him.) It went well. I tried to dye my hair pink. It did not go well.
I may have to smash our fax machine. It broke, IT came to fix it, pulled it apart, and left it in pieces. I made them bring us a replacement. It was running out of ink, and Fergus was getting sixty pages that he already had, but we had to let come through, because there might be something new in there. There wasn't. And every three pages or so, I had to take out the ink cartridge and shake it, and try again. Not fun.
Fergus is bad, but honestly, Wakeen is giving him a run for his money. Fergus talks a lot, but Wakeen just... talks. Doesn't matter if anyone is listening. I got to hear ALL about his wife's dental issues, their car, what he thinks about some articles in the paper (which he read to us) and whatever crosses his mind.
Our jobs have a lot to do with email. Which makes sense. Wakeen was waiting on someone in the school system to call him back. He emailed, then called again a few hours later. Which was hours after that day's deadline. He was SHOCKED that no one had responded to his email right away. I told him I would be surprised if I heard back from someone right away, and he didn't know what to make of that.
This morning, Violet and I were talking about the fax machine, and Wakeen pipes up and says, "Tim, you've done it again with the fax." We do not have a Tim. Violet and I just looked at each other, but he meant Tim Allen. Cause that makes sense.
Wednesday, October 24, 2018
Show me your listening ears
Wakeen reads his emails out loud as he writes them. He also speaks to no one in general, narrating his day. It's not great, overall. He talked several times one morning about how he's getting his wife a gift certificate to a salon for her birthday today. Cause that'll go over well. "Here, honey, for your birthday, change how you look!"
I had a woman call about an obit. I didn't have it from the funeral home yet and she said while she had me on the phone, she had a question. Her husband passed away, and his name was spelled wrong. She wants it changed for genealogy purposes. Ok, fine. She then tells me he died two years ago. No dice. There's no way for me to change that. I tell her I'm sorry, but there is not a way to do that. I am the one who would know. She says that's fine. She goes to church with the publisher (GGB) and she'll talk to him about it. So now I have that to look forward to. (In her defense, she phrased it like she thought someone else could fix it. They cannot.)
Fergus had a very loud conversation in the very open room about where exactly on one's person one could store illegal substances. (Horrifyingly, many places, if you were wondering.)
Farquad is online dating. It is not going well. He got in a fight with a woman who said he was using old pictures. He has lost a little weight recently, but is by no means a small man. Apparently, he took great offence to her thinking that he wasn't being honest. I think if he'd learn to spot crazy eyes, his dating life would greatly improve.
My high hopes were for naught. Wakeen is not a great reporter or coworker. At the risk of sounding mean, he just isn't that smart. Someone sitting in the back of the room called him, and he walked up to the lady sitting two desks away from him. In the other direction. She told him who asked him to come to their desk. He said ok, then sat back down at his desk. He had to be asked three more times to 'come here' before he finally understood. He also didn't understand that a doctorate in something makes someone a Ph.D.
I found them!
One Saturday night (which is the best time to listen to the police scanner) two people pulled guns on each other, someone else put scissors in their ear, and they found a dead body. This was after a pig escaped during transport and ran into the road. (It was returned without harm.)
A man called in, and said he didn't want his name or phone number out there. It's never good when people start out a conversation like that. He was a racist, and I wasn't surprised he didn't want people to know.
A call came in over the scanner. A woman had called 911, because her mother believed she was being attacked by her coffee, and also Satan.
Our wonderful proofer, who has since retired, was out for a few days when his wife passed away. On his THIRD day back, Fergus offered to set him up with someone.
Fergus likes to talk to GGB whenever he comes through. GGB usually protests that he has a meeting, but when he doesn't, I like to fantasice about getting in my car and never coming back, because they talk for a long time. On one such occasion, Fergus told GGB all about the affairs people in the community had/were having. Some of them were just his opinions.
Fergus once referred to someone as a "Communist Democrat Yankee." he then had a bad conversation in terrible Spanish about lawyers.
And here's one on me. Sometimes, my mouth runs away with me, and one of these days, it's going to get me in trouble. Farquad was talking about how he doesn't believe in marriage anymore. (He's divorced.) I was busy trying to, you know, actually work, and wasn't interested in hearing how another girl rejected him online. So I told him that marriage isn't a unicorn, it does exist. He looked shocked, and sat down and was quiet, but I couldn't tell if what I said was that shocking, or if he was just surprised that I'd said it.
Monday, October 22, 2018
Previously on...
Friday, October 19, 2018
Conspiracies abound
I had vacation this week (commence with the happy dance) so I missed most of the goings on, but there's enough that goes on that even just being here last Saturday night and this morning, it's a wild ride.
Wakeen thinks that Princess Di was murdered. Or, assassinated, I guess? We were talking last Friday about the royal wedding, and he just comes slightly out of left field with that observation. Thankfully, Fergus was not here, so I didn't get to hear his thoughts on the subject.
I came in to work with damp hair today, which is relevant. I have fairly thick hair, and even though I washed it last night, it was still damp this morning. In the past, I happened to mention one day that my hair was still wet, and Fergus asked if he could touch it. I told him no, and that that was weird.
I'm now going to work on my photoshop skills and see if I can fix this woman's super skinny eyebrows. Tips appreciated.
Boss's Day was Tuesday. I wasn't at work, and even if I was, I would not have celebrated with my current boss in any way. However, I love Boss's Day. My first job was at my family's hardware store, working for my dad. Tuesday was also his birthday, so I get to celebrate him double for his birthday, and as the best/first boss I had.
Monday, October 15, 2018
Previously on...
Friday, October 12, 2018
The Robots are coming
Wakeen (our new reporter) had a fight with his wife. We got to hear ALL about it. He also got a call from the Bahamas. He assuredly informed me that when you get a call from the Bahamas, it's usually a scam. Usually? I and my friends are not the jet-setting types, so I can't say I've ever gotten a non-scam call from there.
I also found out he is in awe of the color printer. I was printing a proof of something, and it was taking FOREVER because the printer would print a page, then stop. He asked if it was two sided, and I said it was in color. He told me the last place he worked had a printer that could print in black and white AND in color. What a time to be alive.
I had an obit where the man's dog was mentioned. His children were not.
We got a very nasty email from a lady mad at Farquad. She wanted her church news in the paper, which we publish one day a week. He did not communicate this to her, and blew her off several times. Now she's mad, and my problem. I sent her an email apologizing without taking blame (which I'm fairly good at) and we'll see how she responds. (The answer - not well. Also, ad, like advertisement, only has one d.)
I think Fergus is trying to choke me out. He's smoking more than normal, and had a LONG conversation the other day standing behind my chair. I cannot hold my breath that long. I kept coughing, but he did not get the hint. I had to walk next to his desk this morning to get to the fax machine, and I'm pretty sure there's a fog around his desk. He also messed with my papers yesterday. I suspect it's the nicotine on his fingers, but whenever he touches my papers, there's a stain. It's disgusting.
Wednesday, October 10, 2018
Pull Yourself Together
Wakeen had a fight with his wife Monday morning. In the newsroom. In full hearing of everyone. And then we got a rehash of it.
Ooh, he said he didn't talk to her, and hasn't for two days, because he knew she'd get upset. Better not tell her that, dude.
I understand that spouses argue. It happens. Fine, whatever. Sometimes you take calls from your spouse at work. But you tell then you'll talk later if either of you is mad about something, or you take the call outside.
The fight was about him not making reservations for a hotel because it was booked.
He got a call a few minutes later from who I'm guessing is one of his children, and he rehashed the fight with them, saying that is wasn't his fault, blah blah.
I want to point out that he's at least in his late 40's, if not his 50's. Not the third grade.
I might have to change his nickname to non sequitur. We were talking about an article, and then he says that his father-in-law is calling, and he doesn't want to talk to him. Ok?
Then, while I was at lunch (which is a whole other post) he comes by and tells me that his wife says it's over. He was very matterafact about it, and almost downright cheerful. He says he isn't worried, because she's said it before.
That seems like an awful heavy statement to just fling around.
Tuesday he says that he's having to stay somewhere else for a while, so I'm not sure if she kicked him out or he left. However, he says he has hope, because she ordered something using their last name(?), which I'm assuming is her legal last name.
Tuesday afternoon, he said he had to go see his father-in-law, and he wasn't looking forward to it, but he'd just have to take it like a man. (As opposed to what, exactly?)
He doesn't have a black eye, so I'm guessing it went ok.
He hasn't said anything about it so far this morning, but the day is young.
Monday, October 8, 2018
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Friday, October 5, 2018
Invasion of the Lizard People
So something I've long suspected about Fergus has been confirmed. With his personality type, I was almost certain that he would be a conspiracy theorist. Whoo, boy. Is he ever. He talked for probably about a half an hour today about how some celebrities are secretly lizard people. Lizard people. He made another coworker watch a video on it. He's not sure about some of the others, but he's sure about Beyoncé. There's about a 60/40 chance that he actually believes this. He talks about it like he does.
You hear the most interesting things on the scanner on Saturday nights. A woman called in to 911, said her boyfriend/husband/whatever was outside slashing her tires. The dispatcher said she could hear him going on in the background, yelling. Well, about fifteen minutes later, the woman calls back, and says that she doesn't need cops, because he was only pretending to slash her tires.
Fergus asked our sports reporter how much weight he's lost recently. Sports reporter told him, then Fergus responded that he looked sexy. Sports reporter went back to his office.
I had to take a story over to Great-grand-boss's office for him to proof. I don't really care for him. He is, frankly, an awful little man. Anyway, I take it to him. He then shooed me out of his office like a dog. I spent the next half hour (while we were on deadline) sitting in his secretary's office, listening to him talk on the phone to someone about how employees today have no loyalty. Also, how to pay them less. His secretary had been in his office a couple of times, so I knew he was working on it. He doesn't know my name, despite the fact that I've been working here more than a year. (My name is not uncommon or hard to pronounce.) So he didn't have a way to call me into his office, and I did not get up. He had to get up out of his chair and come around the corner so it didn't sound as bad when he said 'here you go.'
Farquad is still busy with his big man on campus routine. It was old after five minutes.
Wednesday, October 3, 2018
This must stop
He's always of the opinion that he's hot stuff, and since Wakeen is here, he's been big man on campus. Talking about how we do it here, and he's done this forever so he knows, and make sure to let him proof a story before it goes out.
Well, that would be fine if Farquad was a half decent writer. He gets some basic grammar wrong consistently, and after insisting that something was ready to go, I read over it on the page. It's good I did. The name of our state was spelled wrong. In the first line of the story.
I'm going to have to help Wakeen along a little soon, because some of the things that Farquad has ben training him how to do are not how we actually do them, and it's making my job a little harder.
(A note- Farquad, while he has no real managerial power, is technically like a half step above the reporters. I am not a reporter. Technically, he's been at this longer, though we've both been at the company the same amount of time, and I in no way report to him.)
Farquad's calmed down a little, but last week I got to hear all about his time in college (again), his time in the service (again), and how he was in a band (you guessed it, again). He also thinks he's funny, and was cracking jokes left and right, then laughing hysterically when he was done.
I cannot take much more of this.
Monday, October 1, 2018
Previously on...
I was threatened with a lawsuit by two separate people because they didn’t like an article we published.