Friends with the Phones

"I can use the phone, I swear." I told myself, driving into the car park.

I arrived at 9am, as usual, and began by finishing up some of my stories from last week. The phone didn't ring at all in the morning, so I think somebody out there granted a wish for me!
My supervisor came in at 10am, and I was occupied with my new stories to work on.
After I finished that, she gave me a few tasks to do. I sorted forms and organised receipts.
My boss then gave me another story to edit and write up, and this took some time because I had to do some research in order to edit it fully.
After that, my boss selected two of my stories and said that he might print them in next week's paper. I am very excited!
Katie and I went for lunch at 1pm, and we went back to work at 2pm.
I did some more office jobs for my supervisor, like sticking addresses onto envelopes and sticking stamps on them.
My boss then gave me a story to do. I had no hard copy to go with - just a picture, and a name. I had to use the phones. On my own. For an article. I was shaking the whole way up the corridor.I had to ring the Leixlip GAA club's receptionist and obtain information from her and get a number for somebody else involved in the club.

I rang the receptionist, and...it was ok! She gave me the phone number for somebody else in the club and I rang them and asked them some questions, then I rang someone else...and someone else... It was all a big, friendly, easy-going chain reaction. My boss knows very well that I hate the phone, so I think he gave it to me as a challenge.
Well challenge accepted and completed, sir!

I wrote up the story before 5pm, and printed it for proof reading by my media supervisor.

I was so tired that I wanted to just get home and sleep! It's such a long day being a journalist!

See you next week!