MY WORKSTATION has been moved countless times over the past 16 years, with office re-organisation and the like, but wherever I end up in our open plan goldfish bowl of publishing, it seems to morph into the office 'bus stop' .... picking up a bit of gossip here and a snippet of news there.It's good to talk and it has to be said that in the business we're in, communication is king.
Simply by standing in the school yard or even the work canteen queue waiting for the usual black filter, two fruity teas, and three coffees I can pick up a corker that's printed the following day.
My husband cringes when he twigs he's told me 'too much' about something he's heard in the local and my mum physically clams up when she realises I've asked one too many questions about her current topic. Without people and communication, we, as a newspaper, are nothing. So I will continue to soak up any snippets I hear along the way.
Even if it does mean I get frowned upon by my managers for talking too much.
It's all for their own good I keep telling them...
Wednesday, 10 December 2008
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