Sea of Tranquility

I 've spent my first two days at work imbibing heaps of coffee, chasing this coffee industry story.... I'm so sick of coffee, if I hear the word "coffee" again, I'm going to scream.

The business desk is ok, a lot smaller than I thought. It's so quiet, so still... everyone speaks in hushed, civilised tones, even when conducting interviews. Whatever happened to the frantic shreiking we get so used to at the newsroom, esp when the evening draws close? The ringing phones, screaming editors, blasting TVs? Somehow, a newsroom just doesn't feel the same without all that background noise, that buzz.

OI! !!WHERE'S YOUR ECSTASY STORY???
IT'S ALREADY IN!!!
THAT'S IT??? THAT'S NOT LONG ENUFF!! NOW WE WANT IT FOR PAGE THREE!!
WELL YOU DIDN'T TELL ME!!!
WELL NOW YOU KNOW!!!
GO FUCK YOURSELF!!!!
RATHER THAT THAN YOU!!!

Civility and journalism just don't go well together. Like orange juice and red wine.

Made the horrible mistake of wearing my new black heels to work. Feet hurt like a bitch. I must have had this pained expression on my face, coz a workmate asked if I was "stressed". Sweetie, if you had blisters all over your feet, you'd look stressed too.

Evil thought: This dude in front of me has a bottle of beer perched on the ledge between our desks. Feel so tempted to steal it. Need A. Drink. Badly. A non-caffeinated one.