The only odd thing I found, is that the people in the newsroom act like I'm some kind of alien. You know like they're better than anyone else in the company. Maybe it's just me, but I don't think so.
Well, I was right after all! It WASN'T my imagination. Mo (my supervisor) told me the newsroom people consider the circulation people the bottom of the barrel. She said when she first started working there, she said hello to them. They would either look away or down and not even acknowledge her existence. It's sad because we all work for the same company. At least at the Hartford Courant everyone was friendly. This is gonna take some getting used to.

I met the man who wrote me this wonderful letter after my Dad passed away, Patrick Hogan. What a sweet man he is. He told me when he had some time, he'd take me in the lab and show me where my Dad worked. It has an old scanner drum with Dad's name etched in it, along with a sign with some saying (probably one of his absolute favorite sayings too) that he put up on the wall. I'm not quite sure I'm emotionally ready for THAT kind of tour just yet.