Shake It Off

Last night I decided to change my alarm so that when it went off at 5:15 a.m. I wouldn't want to throw it across the room. I wanted to change it to something so that when I woke up from my slumber, I'd automatically want to dance. Naturally, I downloaded T Swifts new song.

I'm sure everyone has heard it, and if you haven't then you really are missing out on one of the greatest songs made recently. Taylor has made a point to let everyone know that she really could care less what they think about her, and she encourages us all to do the same.

This morning when my alarm went off, I didn't hit snooze. I tossed back the covers and sang to myself, "and the haters gunna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate."

Little did I know, that song was going to get me through the next 12 hours at my job. The commute to Richmond wasn't bad, I listened to the morning gossip on the radio as I sipped on my gas station hazelnut coffee blend that I had to put ice cubes in just so I could drink. I got to work early so I could get a head start on my work so that I could have an easy Friday...because I mean really, who doesn't love an easy Friday.

My day was going great, I wrote an article on Corey Kenton, a country music singer from Madison County, and interviewed a Breast Cancer survivor to feature in tomorrow's paper. Then, my coworker came in and informed me about a man that was at the meeting she had just left asking for me. A little side note-last week I was at a city forum meeting and a man approached me accusing me of not taking my job seriously. He said I looked bored in the meetings and that I wasn't taking notes. I really wanted to say, it's 2014, I use a recorder not a notebook, and in a 2 hour meeting who really looks excited?...But I refrained from saying anything, smiled, nodded and gave him a firm hand shake before I left the room. I never caught his name, because he said 'It wasn't important.' 

After the second time this man without a name accused me of not taking my job seriously, I asked him if he had seen any problems in my articles, and if he had to please point them out to me so that I can do better in the future for not only him, but the whole community. He had no complaints, except for the way that I did my job.

For those who know me I am a very outspoken person, but I have gotten better. I know that I enjoy my job, my boss thinks I am 'top notch,' and the people who read the forums and meetings that I cover have not complained. So why did one guy make me think twice about my career choice? (He said that 'he knew' I didn't want to be a journalist, which makes me LOL still.) 

I am really not bothered by the words that this man has said to me or my coworker in the past couple of weeks, I just think that it's crazy that he feels entitled to tell me how to do my job, especially if he can't even tell me his name. I have learned a lot about life while being a journalist, but the most important thing that I have learned is you just have to shake. it. off.

So today, I turned up Taylor Swift, did a hair flip, and prepared for an event that I will cover tonight. I hope I don't look too bored.