Dear dimwit on the phone

Technically, yes, the paper owns the rights to what you produce and can do as they want.
It seems as a courtesy, especially in the age of paycuts and such, they could offer some extras in this regard allowing those who do the actual work to earn a tiny bonus.

Luckily, I work for a paper in the latter category.

 

Hey semi-pro football outfit, when we call you to set up a feature interview/playoff preview perhaps you could return the call within a day or two and help us set something up.

The other option of waiting two weeks, until well after your season is over, and griping about a lack of coverage simply won't fly.

 

Well aren't you being just a tad demanding?

If they call you within a day or two, which is totally unreasonable, how will they have time to go drinking after their games?

God, man, think about something other than yourself.

 

I am sorry, I read that as componesation coming from the person who bought the pic.

If making the prints takes the photog out of a 40-hour work-week, then she should get OT

 

Local racetrack guy, nice as can be, calls to tell me they're having a big 100-lap feature race and might we be interested in covering it. Sure, when is it? "We're gonna try to get started about 5 p.m. tonight."

Good luck with that.

 

Which also means you would show up at 5 p.m. and it would start say around 7...lol

 

"Whattaya mean use guys already planned your section? Didntcha eva hear of breaking news? I mean, come on, we've got 30 people who are coming to this that read urs papers. Dis is important to dem!"

 

"Yeah! Git 'er dun!"

 

Dear Lady who calls in bridge scores (yes I have to run fucking bridge scores). The reason they weren't in this week's paper was that you never reported them to me. Furthermore, I sent you two emails and left you a voicemail asking for said results, and you neglected to respond to those as well. So when you call me to tell me how "disappointed the seniors were that they didn't see their names," just be aware that it is 100 percent your fault.

Oh and go fuck yourself.

 

You cost them a chance at a D-I assisted-living facility!

 

Or, maybe he's just like 70 percent of non-journalists and thinks that we have a free hand to send out there. Heck, if you were desperate for some good art that night, wouldn't that call have been a godsend?

 

He understood. We're gonna get out there another night .. maybe.