This past week, I learned about furloughs. Basically, they’re unpaid days off we have to take a few times every quarter. Other small-town reporters I know have mentioned them, so I think they’re an industry-wide phenomenon. But considering how strictly I have to adhere to a 40-hour week, losing eight hours can make avoiding having to ask for overtime really arduous. And when a typical Saturday involves four hours in the morning and then eight at night, it’s even tougher.
Still, my furlough gave me a chance to explore Tulsa a bit, so there’s always an upside to everything. And I still wrote at least one story for publication every day this past week (except Tuesday, which is my first day of the work-week, making it impossible to write for). Enjoy!