Monday Night, Drinking Some Wine
Yeah, my cold is still vicious but I had to have a little vino. Long, hard day. But not bad. This new job is just...challenging. Mostly time-wise. Had to be in super early today and ended up working 10 hours, with everything else I had to take care of.
TK says he's "screamingly pleased" with how things have gone since I started. I don't know, I'm just kind of following his lead. I'm learning quickly about who the big economists are in Asia and Europe. It's kind of cool. I think I already mentioned that CC, his old producer, said this would be like getting my Masters in Economics. Well I don't know about that but I definitely am talking to heavy hitters. Bantering with them...of course, they just think I'm TK's lackey.
I well...I know that I do more than that, but not much more. It's weird. You who read this do all this great reporting and what I do is, I put big names together with TK, and make sure it all goes well. Then I make sure we get the coverage we need...thank everyone for their cooperation, bark orders at my technical staff...tell TK not to say "mmm hmmm, mmm hmmm" so much during interviews...but what am I DOING?
Having a little existential crisis here. I get alot of credit for doing SHIIIIIT.
I suppose this is what I was doing with Diva, but that was so painful that I could ignore the obvious--that I'm just...barking orders.
Does this mean I've come up in the world, or that I'm a total IDIOT. I have a college degree for chrissakes.
I know it's early in the new administration to be complaining. I suppose there is something to be said for my job...I mean, I keep the Big Cheese happy. Oh shittt. I don't know.
I am really not unhappy writing this. I think what you're all reading is someone who's been SO STRESSED OUT for so long that she can't believe that doing such a stupid fluffy job could actually be FUN.
Because it IS fun, to be appreciated. Ask Z. I told her that I felt invisible for so long, this is a total pleasure.
It takes a person with certain skills to be able to do what I do. I just don't know that it's what I intended to do. I want to tell my own stories. Maybe this is the kick in the asss I need.
TK says he's "screamingly pleased" with how things have gone since I started. I don't know, I'm just kind of following his lead. I'm learning quickly about who the big economists are in Asia and Europe. It's kind of cool. I think I already mentioned that CC, his old producer, said this would be like getting my Masters in Economics. Well I don't know about that but I definitely am talking to heavy hitters. Bantering with them...of course, they just think I'm TK's lackey.
I well...I know that I do more than that, but not much more. It's weird. You who read this do all this great reporting and what I do is, I put big names together with TK, and make sure it all goes well. Then I make sure we get the coverage we need...thank everyone for their cooperation, bark orders at my technical staff...tell TK not to say "mmm hmmm, mmm hmmm" so much during interviews...but what am I DOING?
Having a little existential crisis here. I get alot of credit for doing SHIIIIIT.
I suppose this is what I was doing with Diva, but that was so painful that I could ignore the obvious--that I'm just...barking orders.
Does this mean I've come up in the world, or that I'm a total IDIOT. I have a college degree for chrissakes.
I know it's early in the new administration to be complaining. I suppose there is something to be said for my job...I mean, I keep the Big Cheese happy. Oh shittt. I don't know.
I am really not unhappy writing this. I think what you're all reading is someone who's been SO STRESSED OUT for so long that she can't believe that doing such a stupid fluffy job could actually be FUN.
Because it IS fun, to be appreciated. Ask Z. I told her that I felt invisible for so long, this is a total pleasure.
It takes a person with certain skills to be able to do what I do. I just don't know that it's what I intended to do. I want to tell my own stories. Maybe this is the kick in the asss I need.
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