I woke up thinking today would be pretty good. Oh how wrong I actually was. I rarely talk about work, but this is a rare exception. I was covering the Affiliate Booker position. The basic role of the job is to help affiliate stations that have talk shows set up guests. i.e. if a station needs a guy to talk about the election it became my job to track someone down and set up/conference the phone call. Over the last few weeks this hasn’t been much of a problem, but today I royally fucked one up. I patched a reporter through to a station that was doing a story on Nancy Reagan being in the hospital. Problem was, the reporter was not covering Reagan, he was a thousand miles away. He covered and it worked out alright, but was extremely pissed about it moments afterwards. I panicked and hyperventilated on the newsroom floor for a few minutes before writing an apology email. He wasn’t too mad about it, but I still feel bad for putting him in a really shitty position.

It is ok, tomorrow will be better. I move back to my PA position where I am safe. I know exactly what is expected of me and I know how to do it well. To make up for all the complaining, I submit to you the complete history of George Washington.

Happy “he fucked the shit out of bears” Day