Half Journalist: half superhero

Every once and a while we get tours through our building: wild-eyed kids clinging to their backpacks; parents smiling over them; everyone glancing up at the popcorn ceiling, the band of wall clocks for various time-zones covered, the hut-like cubicles, the newspapers from Great Falls, Reno, Palm Springs, Phoenix strewn about in mail slots and I wonder “Why the hell would anyone want a tour of this place?!” When people come to visit Phoenix, is that like a star on the map? To see the newspaper, the TV station, our cafe and gym all wrapped into one 10 story building? Maybe I’m just jaded. Maybe it’s because I HAVE to be here every day and the allure is mostly gone. I feel almost like Tilda Swinton at the Met in that giant glass box snooooozing. *Snort. Art* We haven’t quite gone the way of the dinosaur … we’re still here churning out the news and stories about pool renovations and food trucks. People still read right?
No, I guess it’s pretty cool what I do … on some level. And when I enter a grocery store or the gym and see a section I’ve designed relaxing on a table, a little torn, bent and crumpled a part of me feels like Clark Kent, half journalist: half superhero. You’re welcome, world. Enjoy those Quinoa recipes.

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