Today was a really weird day at the newspaper. Weird just isn’t a big enough word, but it’ll have to do for the moment because I’m too tired to come up with another one.
For the first time ever I had someone tell me that I was asking bad questions and conducting a bad interview. I filed two stories in the wrong sections of the paper (specifically, I put obituaries into the police logs. Which isn’t funny at all, except that it’s hilarious. At least it didn’t go to print that way!) I picked up the phone to transfer a call and paged the whole building and then sat there dumb for about 20 seconds trying to figure out what the heck to say, keeping the phone system for the whole building holding on my page (as my editors were yelling at me in the background, “Say SOMETHING!!”).
Yep – weird day.
But here’s the thing – I didn’t get down on myself for any of it. I laughed all of it off – not without taking in the fact that I needed to pay more attention. But I didn’t hold onto it for hours and hours, torturing myself. For someone who’s working on overcoming perfection that’s a really big deal.
I can hardly wait to see what tomorrow brings.