adventures in newspaperland

My day has been crazy, hectic, and eyeroll-worthy, and it's not even 1:00 yet. For those of you who are newer, I work at a community newspaper, and Noon on Friday is our classifieds deadline. So, it tends to be busy in here on Friday mornings, due to most of the population being procrastinators and waiting until the very last minute to call their ads in.

Add to this my coworker being out today because she's closing on her late mother-in-law's condo (during Mercury retrograde -- I know), and the crazy quotient goes way up because no matter who they send out to help me, they won't know what's going on.

Then there are the phone calls. Diane, my helper du jour, answers the phone, and it's this guy who thinks we are hiring a painter. Huh? I tell her to transfer the call to me, because I just have to know where he's getting this. I ask him which paper he's looking at, and the date, and what page he's looking at. He tells me, and the eye-rolling commences. He's looking at this ad:



It's an ad for our home & garden website, which says, "Looking for a painter?"

With a question mark. It then instructs said reader to go to our website to find a painter, or any other home improvement professional.

I tell ya, people see what they want to see. And all the dumb ones call me. *g*

adventures in newspaperland

My day has been crazy, hectic, and eyeroll-worthy, and it's not even 1:00 yet. For those of you who are newer, I work at a community newspaper, and Noon on Friday is our classifieds deadline. So, it tends to be busy in here on Friday mornings, due to most of the population being procrastinators and waiting until the very last minute to call their ads in.

Add to this my coworker being out today because she's closing on her late mother-in-law's condo (during Mercury retrograde -- I know), and the crazy quotient goes way up because no matter who they send out to help me, they won't know what's going on.

Then there are the phone calls. Diane, my helper du jour, answers the phone, and it's this guy who thinks we are hiring a painter. Huh? I tell her to transfer the call to me, because I just have to know where he's getting this. I ask him which paper he's looking at, and the date, and what page he's looking at. He tells me, and the eye-rolling commences. He's looking at this ad:



It's an ad for our home & garden website, which says, "Looking for a painter?"

With a question mark. It then instructs said reader to go to our website to find a painter, or any other home improvement professional.

I tell ya, people see what they want to see. And all the dumb ones call me. *g*

look who's nesting

lady, originally uploaded by Lizzie~Belle.

Mr. & Mrs. Prissy are nesting down at Heritage Park. They've done this for the past few years (see this entry for one past attempt) but have yet to produce any little Prissies.

After a savage display (see above mentioned entry) when I got near the nest in the past, I expected at least an acknowledgment that I was getting too close, but Mr. Prissy was off harassing the geese, who were just swimming around minding their own business.



I guess I'm not much of a threat. *g*

look who's nesting

lady, originally uploaded by Lizzie~Belle.

Mr. & Mrs. Prissy are nesting down at Heritage Park. They've done this for the past few years (see this entry for one past attempt) but have yet to produce any little Prissies.

After a savage display (see above mentioned entry) when I got near the nest in the past, I expected at least an acknowledgment that I was getting too close, but Mr. Prissy was off harassing the geese, who were just swimming around minding their own business.



I guess I'm not much of a threat. *g*