Cursing in the newsroom

Well, as civil as we get, but I take your point.

Now fuck off, assclown.

 

We've all -- men and women, republicans and democrats, young and old, respectable and degenerate -- found a common bond in the pressure-releasing joys of cursing loudly and proudly. Well, most of us, but those people can go fuck themselves.

 

In the words of Zagoshe, go fuck yourselves.

 

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck

 

i don't see what the fucking problem is with cursing every now and fucking then in the newsroom. especially after five. I haven't told a customer to fuck off yet, so that is a positive i can build off of. Now as soon as i hang up, that is a whole other fucking story. Assholes.

carry on.

 

back in my first month of full-time work in this biz, at a pretty damned small paper, i pick up the phone only to hear my first angry voice on the other end. middle of the day, full newsroom. i'm thinking i need to be polite, i'm new to the game remember, and this jackass is all pissed off because our tv sportswatch wasn't as in-depth as the bigfuckingcity press'.

i listen to this guy and stroke him for 17 minutes -- no shit -- and when minute 18 hit, the editor, not sports editor, but editor, comes stomping out of his office with his palm up. i say "my editor would like to speak to you" and i hand the phone to my editor.

editor says: "sir, what more can mr. petty give you? would a pound of his flesh suffice?"
editor goes on to say: "he's already told you why; we aren't the bigfucking city press and we don't have their resources."
more editor: "well you know what, we don't want your god damned money. cancel your damned subscription and never call back here."
end of convo, editor: "oh yeah? well eat shit and die you fucking asshole."

TP's customer service skills began a horrific descent the following day.

 

That's a classic tale, Tom.

 

i remember the length (17 minutes) of the phone call because i kept looking at the clock wondering how long the belligerent fuck would keep dogging me. little did i know all i had to do was tell him to stick his subscription up his ass and call him a fucking asshole to expedite the call.

i really miss that editor.

 

I wish I had an editor that would do that. Instead my editors have always been appalled if we dared to piss off one reader.
Fuckabunchofreadersthatcomplain.

 

now that's my kind of editor

 

I've only had one editor back me up when I was in a sticky situation, after a questionable judgment by me reporting-wise. I loved how he pretty much told the caller to go fuck herself, without dropping the F bomb. One of my happier moments in the biz.

 

I had an editor totally throw me under the bus once when I had all the proof I needed to show I was right about something I said in an article that caused a bit of a stir. Ok, maybe more than just a bit of a stir, more like a ruckus.

Anyway, I responded to him with quite a tirade of f-bombs as well as the rest. By the time I finally stopped snarling with my words, a fellow journalist had informed him that I indeed was correct.

I wouldn't talk like that to any editor though. I know this one on more of a friend basis and he finds it amusing that Ms. G even has the ability to utter those words outloud. It's that dang sweet card that usually keeps me behaving like a Southern belle.