I haven’t decided if the headline is a plea for help or an admission of insanity.
This week has been one of the most stressful of my life as I took the step up while Deputy Editor Rachel enjoyed a well earned break. Last week at the age of 26 I edited my first newspapers, the Deeside Piper first, quickly followed by the Mearns Leader and Kincardinshire Observer soon after. I won’t lie, I found deadline day, which falls on a Wednesday for both papers, stressful and exhilarating. Making sure each page was filled with great local content and sent to the printers was something I never thought I would have the opportunity to do when I joined the Leader editorial team back in July 2013.
I had a fantastic weekend where I spent my Saturday night getting a chipper from the Bay before heading to the circus on Saturday night, which was followed by a great afternoon and evening at Party in the Park. I hope you have had a chance to see the pictures on our website or in last week’s newspaper.
If there are mistakes in either of the editions, please accept my humble apologies, as I tried my best to make sure that the papers were on the shelves and available to our readers on Thursday morning.
Speaking of Thursday morning, it made my deadline Wednesday feel like a trip to the safari park to see my favourite animal (an otter if you must know). Hungover people like to say they are on the ‘struggle bus’ and I had an all day ticket on the stress line, heading to stress road via stress avenue.
I don’t know why sometimes dropping a car off for an MOT is stressful, but it was for me Thursday morning. Advisers who apparently didn’t realise I was waiting proceeded to dither for 10 minutes before seeing me to find out that I was in the wrong MOT garage, I was suppose to be across the road. When I finally got the car dropped off it was 8.25am and who was suppose to have the dentist at half 8? Oh yes, that would be this guy.
Trying to be forward thinking and still attend my appointment, I phoned my dentist to apologise for running late, in hope, that I could still attend my appointment. What actually transpired was that my appointment was actually 8.30am on Wednesday morning. Thank you, lovely receptionist, for not laughing down the phone.
So how do you cope with stress? A good film? Some gym time? A good old cry? I think at this point this ramblings has descended into a genuine plea for help on my part. I love hearing your thoughts, suggestions and pointing out my ramblings mistakes.
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