Shocking revelations from KAT

When I worked as a newspaper reporter a couple of years ago, I stayed busy. Sure, SJ and I somehow found time for occasional pen fights in the newsroom, but I was pretty much always doing something: running to court, talking to cops, covering a fire, writing an article. Busy, busy, busy.

Then I got the job as an editor and eeeeeeeeeek! That was the sound of my work life screetching to a halt. Yes, I had to get my act together once a month and work my butt off to get the papers laid out in a short amount of time. But the rest of the time? Well, let's just say that I had plenty of time to design my wedding invitations, comment on people's blogs and bug my friends with frequent emails. Dudes, I was LAZY. I did what I had to do, but nothing more.

Well, that's changed with the new job. I was worried that I wasn't only lazy at my last job, but had become lazy in general. But after the past few weeks at the new job, I know that I am definitely not lazy. I'm a hard worker. This job has proven it because it's eight straight hours (and sometimes even more than that) of working my little buttinsky off. And you know what? I LOVE IT. I love being busy, I love being able to say I'm a member of a freakin' press corps and I love knowing what I write is being aired on radio stations around the country.

And while the paycheck isn't as much as I would prefer (I'll take six figures, please...) there's something to be said for loving what you do. Oh, and not being made fun of constantly by your friends for only working four hours a day and having time to do all that other stuff I mentioned. That more than makes up for the paycheck not having as many zeros as I'd like.