On a Deadline?

Well, I don't know if it's me or this paper, but if this is a deadline I'm going to be a journalist for the rest of my life.

Maybe I'm just super organised or super calm (I'm not by the way) but it just seems that everything is ready to go and I've actually got LESS work to do now that most of my editorial has been sent to the subs.

STOP THE PRESS: Actually, the sub editor has just phoned in sick after six years of never missing a deadline. Whoops. Think I jinxed the place.

But I do feel surprisingly calm, I don't know if it's my editor. She is a stressed out kind of person, but thrives on it and gets the job done. So maybe I'm only stressed by stressed out other people and thats why I'm so calm here.

Also, I'm not exactly working at the Sun so I suppose theres less pressure to start with. But the editor and the last journalist that worked here warned me about how busy it was and how stressed they always got. Maybe I'm just work experience so am kept out of it but no one really seems that bothered about the deadline.

And I get to go home early today, fair enough I started at 8.30 this morning but I still get to go home at 12.30! Totally looking forward to that, I've got nothing to do here! My editor said to me yesterday "if this doesn't prepare you for working in a newspaper, I don't know what will!"
I smiled politely but this is not my idea of journalism, I thought it was exciting and pressured and busy and creative. This is sitting in a back office in Stockton Heath rewriting press releases about cows farting. (Fact, I got an email about that earlier this week).

I also heard a fact recently that journalism is one of the most stressful of all careers. I thought my first ever deadline would make me cry. In fact, I'm bored and am going to make a cup of tea.