So I did this story about beekeeping. My editor is interested in bees so he wanted me to do it. Anyway it turned out the beekeeper is a Christian and we had a good chat and he said he was thinking of starting a young Christian adult group in the town, which would be a great thing ’cause there ain’t too many of them around.


Last night he invited me around for dinner with him and his wife, which was nice. Hopefully he still likes me when the paper comes out tomorrow and he reads the story about himself. It makes me nervous writing about people I know or want to know ’cause it’s almost guaranteed they are going to find something they don’t like in the story. And not necessarily a mistake, perhaps an emphasis they disagree with or a quote accidently taken out of context. Anyway it’s made me think writing for a big city paper would be nice, because the people I would write on would be more distant. And unlikely to be met up with for complaints.


My boss is getting us new chairs and LCD screens. Hopefully it will make work a more pleasant experience. Though LCD screens seem to be unnatural light. I have my brightness set on about 8 or something.


This post didn’t have anything to do with bees in the end. Oh well.



Office politics isn’t something I really considered before joining the workforce. Not that there is heaps of it where I work, but there’s a few things that niggle at people. For example the advertising staff upstairs all have LCD screen computers and most have nice chairs while the journalists downstairs have old screens and old chairs. My chair is from before they invented gas lifts and movable supports, which must not have been a very good time for backs. My computer screen flickers as well. I put a radiation shade thing on it but it still flickers away. The editor asked for better screens/chairs but I’m not holding my breath. There’s also a bit of tension sometimes over editorials, which are write-ups to promote businesses or issues, and where and when they get in the paper and how well they are done. This week for example we have a 11 page feature on a local town, which obviously requires 11 pages of editorials.


People really resent the boss. But in a way I think that he’s lucky (it’s a family business that has been passed down) enough to have the right parents so why shouldn’t he do what he want? I mean we can always quit if it’s so bad. Newspapers are pretty left-wing places: pro-unions, pro-climate change (after writing an editorial about the Prime Minister should be doing something about climate change my editor bought an electric heated dog bed, left-wingness is confusing). So it’s about worker’s rights kind of stuff. But on the other hand if you treat employees well it increases productivity (well I assume it does), makes them happier, probably increases willingness to go the extra step etc.


I guess complaining about the boss/work conditions is an easy thing to be drawn into, but is probably not all that helpful. Anyway I should try to do some work but our computer drives are getting changed over and I can’t access my stories.



I found this sad. It’s about people who are the result of sperm banks and the like.


MARGARET SOMERVILLE: …I read this every other day practically. They write things like, “I get up in the morning and I look in the mirror and half of me is missing, I walk down the street and look at men and think, maybe could he have been my father?” We’ve just had in Canada a group of young people who contacted each other on the Internet and all found out from their single mothers that they had all been born from the same fertility clinic in Vancouver. They got together and got themselves genetically tested to see if they were related. Two were a half brother and a half sister and the rest of them weren’t. Kids want to know this, and do you know when they most want to know it? They want to know it when they’re going to have a child of their own. And what they say is that “I feel this was done to me and now I’m going to do it in a way to my child because my child won’t know any further back than me.”