Meranda Watling

Kinda funny -- Like Daniel Sato below, I saw your name pop up on other twitters, and also like Daniel, I'm also a Gannetteer! Hi from Visalia.

I didn't anybody would find me. I just got the account a few hours ago and haven't done anything with it. Oh, social networking ...

Things are going well. I just started my internship in D.C. and waiting to get things rolling there. I'll be doing editing, reporting, interviewing, proofing, some writing and some Web work over the summer. So, it looks as if I'll get a little bit of a taste of everything, so that works out well.

You may have already seen this, but I figured I'd pass it along anyway ... a good use of Twitter:
http://www.mathewingram.com/work/2008/05/07/twitter-frank-eliasons-secret-weapon/

That's a good thought. I do need to get back to the blog, and that's a timely topic. Thanks.

Yes. I should be there. You can catch me in the newsroom, fool! I'd be happy to give you the tour.

Hey Meranda, I kept seeing your name pop up as I scrolled through Ryan's twitter and thought I'd say hi, from one fellow Gannett employee to another!

I'd love to hear about what you are doing over there.

Thanks. You'll probably have to show me how to do the RSS thing. I'm still a rookie, ya know.

I'm looking at the business cards editors gave me during the Ball State job fair, and I'm thinking, "Pick me." It's not difficult, you know. All they have to do is call me up and say I'm hired. Simple. It could happen tomorrow (I could also win the lottery). The fingers are crossed.

The video resume is getting a renovation. I can definitely do something cooler -- I've got all kinds of plans. Right now, I'm planning on finishing this comment, and then I'm making myself a fourth cup of somewhat disgusting decaf coffee, instant.

Why drink it if it's disgusting (you probably didn't ask)? It makes me feel more studious, grown-up, focused. The coffee is part facade, really, because I still feel like I'm 17 years old. When, Meranda, will I feel like an adult?

I guess I'm a little anxious because others around me have received their internship offers. And I can't just take an internship anywhere -- I need paid. I'd love, love, love to sleep on your couch and intern there, but I have a stomach to fill with food, a tank to fill with gas and bills to fill with money.

I have the responsibilities of an adult, at least.

Moving on: Life at the Stater is nice. This semester, I actually attend budget meetings and feel as though I'm contributing. That's good. The paper itself is thriving this semester compared to fall. The staff was gloomy last semester -- it was miserable. But this time around, there are many more smiles in the newsroom. Maybe it's the new digs. Maybe it's the coffee machine. But I'll take it, whatever it is.

I'm glad you seem happy with your job and life. I know your enthusiasm for journalism affects me; I hope it does others, too. You know, I was reading your blog about a week ago and you mentioned this Web site. I came here, took a look around, and I misunderstood it, moving along. Barb sent me the link today, and I got a better, longer look. It's nice. Thank you for sharing. =)

aha...got it. b