So I’m in newspaper, right? I enjoy being in newspaper. Our school paper doesn’t suck this year. Freshman year - one issue (loooooong fuckin sob story there…). Sophomore year - two issues (our advisor decided to quit halfway through the year. Not teaching, just newspaper.) This year - 6 fuckin’ issues so far. Considering we have basically no material resources, we’re kicking ass.
And now, the best in all of us comes out as we fill out editor applications for next year.
I swore I wasn’t going to even fucking apply. I sort of inherited the role of copy/layout co-editor this year, because no one else will fucking *edit[i/] anything (I swear, we get articles that haven’t even been spell-checked.) Great, I don’t really have the time to do it, but I manage.
So I was good, and didn’t fill out an application. The advisor asks why not, I say I know I won’t have time next year. She seems disappointed. Great, in homeroom this morning, she’s talking with the editor-in-chief about who should be in charge of what next year. Five minutes later, it’s finalized, she reads the list. Friend of mine got co-ed.-in-chief, great. Everything’s disturbingly peachy for that early in the morning.
“We don’t have a community editor yet, though. Does anyone want it?”
No. No one does, that’s why no one fucking asked for it! No one likes the community section because no one reads the articles, and no one wants to write them, beacuse they’re dull compared to, say, opinions or news (school news). No one likes the community section, but it’s one of those Things You Must Have.
“Come on, guys, we need someone. All it means is assigning articles!” Articles no one wants to fucking write, therefore, you end up writing four per issue, and not getting a byline for any of them.
The gremlins - the fucking Good-Deed gremlins that also made me volunteer to work for free over thes ummer at the township clerk’s office, an equally-‘from hell’ position - take over. “I guess, if no one else gets to you by the end of the week, I could kind of…I don’t really want it, but I can…” Because I’m gonna be a senior, right? And been in newspaper for my entire HS career, and like it, right? So I could do it…I guess…
“Great! We’ve got a community editor!”
Great, in-fucking-deed. Fine, I’ll be the fucking editor of the fucking orphan section. It’s new this year, and no one will fess up to suggesting it, but it Will Not Die.
No more than six and a half hours later, I run into the newspaper office to see if I’d left my math book there (which I didn’t, btw, and I’m fucking pissed over that, too). A very grim-looking ed. in chief is sitting talking with our advisor. Oh, hey, guess what? The current community editor just got suspended, therefore, can’t hold a leadership position in a club, therefore, can’t be an editor anymore. Isn’t that funny! You’re now editor of the section that no one fucking wants!
Oh, and the other copy/layout editor is quitting every fucking club he’s in now that he got into his 1st choice school, so I’m now in charge of that, too. Oh, and Adobe PageMaker isn’t fucking working on the good computer, so you need to layout the next issue which is already behind schedule on Ye Olde Peice of Crappe machine where the processing speed is envious of that of rocks.
Oh, and the meeting tomorrow is cancelled because there’s a staff meeting, so you’re on your own for getting people to help proofread. Or just do the whole 16-page paper yourself. Sorry.
My PMS-y reply (un-fucking-edited): One: I’m NOT A FUCKING COPY EDITOR. I don’t know where in the fuck that came from, but I’m NOT. Unless I get my name in the fucking staff box, I’M NOT DOING THIS SHIT for you. IT’s the fucking writer’s respsonability to at least spell check, or at fucking LEAST give me a copy on disk. I’m NOT going to retype every single fucking article, correct all the goddamned grammer and spelling fuck-ups, and do the fucking layout, on a fucking 486. I don’t have the fucking time.
Two: I don’t want to be an editor next year. If you really need me to, fine, I’ll be a fucking editor. I don’t get enough sleep anyone. I DON’T HAVE THE FUCKING TIME TO DO IT THIS YEAR. I’ve got the Fourth Quarter From Hell going on right now, I’ve got to finish 80+ pages of art research and 2 art projects by April 28th. I, unlike other people in newspaper, TAKE FUCKING HARD CLASSES. I don’t have five extra hours each night to compensate for the fact half our staff writes at the level best described as “Baboon strung out on PCP and being poked by a cattle prod”. I’ll edit, I’ll let you push me into a position I don’t want. Fine, I won’t even do crew for the one-act competition this spring, so I can spend more time on this. If you don’t fucking acknowledge that I’ve got no fucking reason to do all your work for you, then FUCK YOU.