Back at it

This week in a Small Town Newsroom

We had the day off yesterday, hallelujah, and are back at it today.

Fergus has taken off to parts unknown for Thanksgiving, and will be out for a few days. *happy dance*

I, apparently, got married. I got an email from a high school columnist that's just started. She's a super sweet girl, but she emailed me and addressed it to Mrs. Knees, despite the fact that I've signed all my emails Bees.

Wakeen, if it's possible, has gotten even sillier. He and his wife separated again, briefly, when she texted him on Tuesday to tell him it's over. They're back together now.

His family came by last Friday, his wife, their son, his wife, and their kid. The kid was asleep the whole time. He introduced them, by name, to every single person individually. We work in a bull pen. But he introduced them about six times. Except for the third or fourth time, when he forgot his daughter-in-law's name.

Fergus had a loud disagreement with his son about whether or not it was appropriate for the son to wear shorts on Thanksgiving. Then the son says he's not coming. Unsure how it turned out.

Fergus, for all his faults, is good at his job. Not so much with the people skills, but he's a good reporter, for the most part. He and Wakeen had a disagreement after Wakeen did something incorrectly, and Fergus had to redo it. Fergus was right, and wasn't snippy about it or anything, just this is how we do it here. Wakeen took great offence, to the point where Farquad told him to knock it off. He kept talking about it. Boss calls him in to his office, and Wakeen goes, for all the office to hear, "Time to get raked over the coals!"

Our system is down, (It doesn't want to be at work today either) and so we can't start building the paper until it comes back up. The IT people are not here. It's going to go so well, I can feel it.