So here I am. Waiting. On the computer, just waiting, waiting, waiting. For a phone call, an e-mail, anything that tells me if I need to head over to Tualatin to practice some investigative journalism. It's not yet 8 in the morning, I didn't actually get to my bed until around 2, I am exhausted, and yet... And yet I can't just sleep through this mess of media disorganization. Hospitals are funny in that reporters are not allowed (at least at Legacy Meridian Park) to schedule or show up for interviews without a PR person present, yet (again, at least at Meridian Park) the PR people seem to be virtual Neanderthals to work with. A five-day turnaround on a simple request? Seems a tad unreasonable for me, especially since everyone involved was clear about when the deadline is (it's Monday, in case you are wondering).
I almost feel like shirking my responsibility and just going back to bed. Almost. And you can tell I'm serious by my use of the word 'shirk.'
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