When I started this semester, I told myself things would be different. I had a job that didn’t require me to work 30 hours a week, plus a lighter course load, plus a summer of quote-unquote rest just behind me. I had accepted that money would be tight and sworn I wouldn’t drink every night of the week. I was ready to hunker down.
The first few weeks of classes weren’t bad. My shifts shoveling ice cream fit fine into my schedule, and apart from a minor mishap in which I missed the first hour of a tutoring shift due to me being a complete and total space cadet, I had a positive outlook. There were a few stories in the pipeline that I was enthusiastic about, and I knew just who to call to make one of them happen: a former editor.
So I touched base. He’d taken the day off but I heard from him the next day. Thirty-six more hours of silence later (this puts us at Friday afternoon, by the way), I got a nice email complete with a list of contacts from one of the reporters I worked with at the Post-Dispatch this summer. It sat, starred, in my inbox all weekend.
Fast forward to today. I’m sitting at a desk in Lee Hills for a curation shift at the Missouri Business Alert when I stumble across a P-D Business Sunday link, Defense industry belts getting tighter, otherwise known as the story I was planning to write when I emailed my editor last week nosing around for sources. This is what we in the business call getting scooped.
Before this gets misconstrued, I’m not upset my idea, or some derivative of it, was used. I’m upset that I was beaten to it despite my best efforts to make more time in my schedule for reporting. I want to say I’m discouraged, but I don’t think that word is strong enough. I’m disheartened and uninspired, not to mention overbooked for the foreseeable future. If this heat spell doesn’t break soon, so help me God, I will lose it.
Like I said, a support group would be nice.
- Discovering the News: A Social History of American Newspapers by Michael Schudson
- As much about defense spending/Syria as possible
- Too many emails
- That thing about beards, I guess