Where's my coffee?

I practically became addicted to coffee after working at a place where a machine that produced nice individual cups of hot steaming [fill in the blank: everything ranging from costa rican to french vanilla to chai tea] brewed just steps away from my desk. So now that my internship is over, I must do without a late morning cup of joe in addition to being jobless. Great, just great.

My internship at the Atlanta Journal-Constitution was a 10-week whirlwind that left me with memorable experiences, a stack of clips and many new friendships. There are some things that I eagerly leave behind (like banging down doors in a neighborhood where a 4-year-old girl was murdered, and driving around places lost with a map in the dead heat of summer - to name a few), but I have to say, I am fully satisfied with the experience. Now after 10 weeks, they've thrown me out on the street/out to the wolves. I have to find a job. Which is where this blog comes in.

I'm going to chronicle my job search here - the good, the bad, the weird. I'll do my best to post photos because, hey, we all know that those are the best part of blog posts (who wants to actually read this rambling nonsense?).

This all begins at a very opportune time, because I am going to be flying up to Stevens Point, Wisconsin, this week to interview at the Stevens Point Journal.

Any and all feedback is welcome. Don't check back too often, because it's not like I'm going to be updating every hour. In case you haven't checked lately, newspapers are shrinking/morphing like crazy, so those offers aren't exactly piling up. But I do get the job of navigating these waters during very interesting times. So, stay tuned! And welcome to The Search!