Decided to sleep-in this morning and not giving one toss about school today. Hoped to get some extra sleep and enjoy a day of sloth. Not sure if it was a wise decision. Someone took it upon themself to wake me up and later my journalistic work was questioned. As in, “why do you have to go to these things?”
Because it’s my bloody job! I’m a journo! I’ve been asked to cover it and I’ve said “YES!”
As I’ve experienced after I started doing freelance work for a local paper in Brisbane— Westender —it’s a cutthroat line of work. One cock-up and you will be done for. If you fall over, no one will help you up. Instead they will walk all over you to take your spot.
This is my life now.
And in other news, the Swedish media has started to report on the yearly phenomenon, Vinterkräksjukan — also known as the Norovirus. That is correct. Every bloody year they write about this rubbish in the Swedish media. Okay, we get it! Swedes are obsessed with puking!
Gotta love the tabloids.