A good press day

Wednesday’s are deadline day. All of our articles must be in and the newspaper laid out on the page. Running late on a story, I had to wake up at 6 a.m. and be at a high school to cover a teacher strike. Then my pants zipper broke this morning, so naturally I thought I was going to have a bad day.

But this week, as if someone was smiling down from above, everthing has worked out for the best. We made deadline sooner than ususal!

Now that I have some extra time, lets talk for a second about enjoying the work that you do. For years I went from job to job, working as a restaurant manager, a Cable Internet phone help guy, I even moved furniture for a few summers.

But now that I am doing what I have loved to do since high school, I am finally happy about my job – which sounds snotty because most cannot say that.

But how long will this feeling last?

I disagree with some of the intricacies of how our paper is produced each week, and the long overtime hours that for some reason are necessary to produce the product. Yet even that does not deter me from coming in each day and yearning for more.

I guess you could say I like the exposure. It is the best way that I know how to use my talents and help others.

Through my reporting I have been able to get VDOT to post new road safety signs on a dangerous curve in Stafford. I was able to help a tractor-trailer driver get his rig unstuck in a flood and get moving again.

I don’t know exactly what it is, but we all have our good days and our bad ones – I know I will have more. I guess you never know which one you are going to get.

If my pants had a hole in them though, that would have been another story.