Wednesday, December 03, 2008
Yup, it's a hazard of the job that most journos come to grips with early on. whenever I would tell my mother that I'm working on some holiday, she'd yell at me. And then I'd calmly ask her if she got a newspaper the day after Christmas, Thanksgiving and Easter.
That usually shuts her up pretty quickly.
Anyway, I probably set myself up this year. I asked my editor for Thanksgiving off because I wanted to go home to visit my family in Michigan. I hadn't been in a year. So I told him that I'd work any time between now and then in exchange if I got Thanksgiving -- though I'd rather not work Christmas because I wanted to travel to New York to be with my sister.
So I got THanksgiving off. And then, I got scheduled to work Christmas. From 3 p.m. to 11 p.m.
So I tried not to worry about it. I sent a message out asking for volunteers to switch with me. I figured I'd deal with it when I got back from home. When I did, no one had responded. It was looking pretty bleak.
Then, a few people offered to switch their Saturday, Dec. 27 shifts with me. It would be better than nothing, I reasoned, but I wanted to see if I could get the entire weekend off. I was being greedy. So I went to solicit a few people I knew wouldn't care about Christmas.
After some talking and checking with her spouse, someone agreed to switch with me (joy!) so now I get to go be with my sister on Christmas! I'm so excited. So much so, that I'm trying to figure out what I could get my coworker who switched with me to show my gratitude. It might be something small, but I'm going to get something because this really meant a lot to me. Even if it's just a giftcard to one of the restaurants around here that might be open on Christmas night.
Least I could do is buy her dinner.continue...