A crappy press day at the weekly newspaper where I am presently, and I BEG quite temporarily, ensconced. I missed several spelling mistakes, which I didn’t notice until copying stories to upload for our website.
I feel that maybe I’m not such a “plodder” after all. Not in the mind-numbing way this job feels like.
And, I’ve realized a LOT of my “anxiety” about this place is really previously mislabeled anger. I so fucking do not want to be here, and I don’t always deal with it in the best of ways. Maybe I’ll get better at it as I “accept” my anger more. I want to, really want to, figure out how to put it to work.
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