No one…told anyone…anything…ever. And I never had any more bullying problems and neither did my little “connected” friend Abby.
What a memory to have with a record hangover. ..but I did smile. I always smiled when I remembered that story.
I started to roll over. My head felt too heavy for my neck. What time was it? I knew it was Saturday. Thank God I had it off this week.
But…if I had had to go into work…I would have gone into work. That’s how it is when you work for a daily newspaper.
You. Go. To. Work. Among all the changes in the newspaper business…that’s the one thing that has never changed…unless you could send in your stories digitally from home…but neither Hannah nor I had achieved that status…yet. We would need a couple more years of seniority before we had that luxury…and privilege.
Right now we had desks and cubes and a computer. Our editor expected to see us sitting there… at our desks…unless we weren’t out on assignment.
Just like old school…without, of course, the free-wheeling lifestyle enjoyed by most newspaper reporters of the 40’s, 50’s and even 60’s.
Back then…when newspaper ink really ran in your veins…there were always 2 or 3 bars within walking distance of every newspaper, in every U.S. city…big or small.
The success of those bars depended on how much the reporters and…let’s be totally honest here… pretty much everyone else who worked at the newspaper drank.
And…to be honest…everyone drank a lot back then.
A Bloody Mary and a cinnamon roll for that morning coffee break? Of course. Martinis at lunch? Why not. A couple of beers before heading home? I am surprised you’re even asking…
The office Christmas parties were legend and mostly banned in the mid-sixties. Actually banned…I wish I could have gone to at least one. I heard they were outrageous…and great fun!
Now…to celebrate the Holidays…we get a complimentary (alcohol free) luncheon buffet…and maybe a candy cane.