Amanda Greever

In a couple of months, I will have been at The Daily Times for five years.  While part of me is completely disturbed by that notion, it gives me an opportunity to look back at the years and realize there has been some fun within these walls. Most of my old crew doesn’t work here anymore as it seems that newspapers are revolving doors these days. But even working long hours (or even crummy ones), we still managed to find frivolity in our jobs. I’ve spoken with a couple of folks who used to work here and we rehashed some of the lighter moments. These days, light moments are hard to find at most any job, I think.

So apparently my subconscious mind decided I needed to add some fun to my job and I had an interesting dream last night. The Daily Times had become a night club. Overnight. Seriously, I came into work and bam!, there was a nightclub. There was even a dance floor with flashing lights. The bottom floor was an actual dance club/restaurant. Customers could come shake their groove thing while chowing down on something scrumptious. And presumably placing those ever-important ads and buying subscriptions.

The top floor was our revamped newsroom. I had a bigger desk and a typewriter. I’m not sure how revamping equated giving me an antiquated piece of machinery. Don’t get me wrong though, I’d love to have a typewriter — as long as I could keep my Mac, too. Now here’s the bad part of giving me a revamped newsroom and bigger desk. It wasn’t the fact that I still don’t have my own office. No, it was the fact that they switched my chairs out! I’m pretty attached to the chair that I have now although it’s a little slanty and possibly a little broken. I’m still happy with it, but in my dream, they had replaced it. Luckily they told me that it hadn’t been thrown out and I could get it if I wanted. The problem is my chair was in a room with what seemed like 5,000 other chairs so my search wasn’t easy. I woke up before I found it.  I don’t know what’s worse: the fact that I actually thought TDT could be a night club or the fact that I was distraught over losing my chair.  Both are probably equally laughable.