Thursday, September 23, 2004

Fucking incredible.

This is shaping up to be our worst CT night ever. Several stories didn't come in for various reasons both good and bad, inevitable and stupidly preventable. The printer has got progressively worse every week since the start of the semester, to the point where right now it needs to be shut off after printing a page to prevent it from overheating, or something. And there's a new writer who is driven, dedicated, helpful to a fault--and completely incapable of being serious. Of course, I shouldn't blame him for the blow-up at 6 a.m. and last minute change of layout, just because his article was the trigger. If I had been doing my job, his article about a ferry would not have had four different jokes about Canadian prostitutes.

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