Wednesday, August 15, 2007

An Open Letter to everyone I have had to deal with this week"

I’m going to let you in on a little secret, just between you and me, because we’re such good friends and all: I don’t care. I don’t care about your stupid organisation/fight with the council/ageing mother/pet. I don’t care about your (many) apparent mental problems. I don’t care about why you think your organisation/mother/mental problems should go in the paper.

In fact the only reason I am even wasting time listening to you, your problems and feigning interest in what is a fucking pathetic story is because my editor is off sick and I need all the stories I can get for this week only.

That much said I am not so desperate that I will put up with your fucking shit any longer. If I ask you for a photo then send me a photo. If you say you’ll call me back then Call. Me. Back. If I say I need something by this afternoon that is exactly what I mean. Believe it or not I am actually trying to help you when I tell you what we need, why we need it and when we need it by. Listen to the words that are coming out of my mouth and act accordingly.

Sincerely etc.

10 comments:

Jessica said...

Dang girl! As a former reporter, that had to feel great to get off your chest! There were times I dreamed of saying something like that.

Dave said...

You could have written two pic stories while you were typing that out... :)

my name is kate said...

Funny you should say that, Johnsy - I have just written several of the lamer pic stories you will ever read. I don't care. I don't care how much I cadged off that last presser either. Nor do I care to call back any of the four people who called me during a 10 minute tea break. Fuck of the lot of you - I'm working here!

my name is kate said...

Now I’m off to either drown myself in a vat of coffee or have a coronary while gassing myself in the car.

Dave said...

now there's a story...

my name is kate said...

At least in death I may fill the paper.

Dave said...

so... are you dead yet?

my name is kate said...

Get yours hands off my stuff, Johnsy - I've left it all to the cat in my will...

Dave said...

All I want is your ipod. And maybe some of your books. No cat is gonna stand in my way, either...

my name is kate said...

She weighs 200 pounds and has a skin complaint that will terrify you.