Brutha, there is no more awful time of the year than campaign season.
As many of you know, in my day job I'm a newspaper guy. I do the kind of things newspaper guys do. Right now, that means managing the coverage of two fierce mayoral elections.
And let me tell you, my hatred for campaign season is the kind of hatred usually reserved for famine, pestilence, genocide, and Barbra Streisand. Not in that order.
I'd go into details, but not in a public forum. Suffice to say that after 11 years of covering local politics, I'm more than a little jaded at the process and the people and all the little insanities that go into it. I aim to do a good job because I owe it to the people who read my papers and because, frankly, my name is on them, but Barbra Streisand in a blender do I ever look forward to Election Day so I can move past this nonsense and get back to a semi-sane working life.
One of these days I will start an anonymous blog where I'll yap about all the things that happen behind the scenes at a small newspaper, in local politics, covering news, how politicians REALLY act, the letters to the editor people DON'T see, and all sorts of craziness. One of these days...
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