Weblog Sin Pies

By Charley Daniels

Man, work has been radical this month! Radically sucky! In most workplaces, having a short week is a blessing — everyone’s in a good mood, so they treat each other better, and the weekend comes faster and lasts longer. Win win win.

However, my full-time job right now is at a weekly paper that publishes 51 weeks out of the year. Maybe it’s 50. Point is, we usually have five work days to put together something resembling a newspaper. We go to press Tuesday night and start in on the next issue Wednesday morning. But as soon as you start taking work days away, it gets complicated. We have to move up deadlines that are already tight. We have to do the work of five days in four or, as in the case of next week, three. Tempers rise. Shouting and blaming leads to stabbing and death — with words and looks, I mean. Harsh words and looks.

So these cheery days aren’t always so cheerful at this point, and to top it off I’ve taken on another gig and this blasted NaBloPoMo (which I refuse to link to again because it’s an insidious, terrible custom). AND tonight No. 2 Oregon lost to an unranked Arizona, whose student body’s sole talent appeared to be making up clever zingers that fit the acronym ESPN (and holding them aloft while Oregon’s Heisman-candidate QB hobbled off the field with what for all they knew was a career-ending knee injury. Classy).

When it rains it pours, I’m afraid. Oh, and I guess I’m Mr. Cliche-A-Lot all of the sudden, which never would have happened if I didn’t fry my brain with minutiae all day.

Tomorrow should be a better day.