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Lois Lane was glad she was not downsized when the new management group took over The Daily Planet. Clark Kent was not so fortunate. Lois could still remember overhearing the conversation between Clark, and Perry White, the man that both Clark and Lois reported to. She heard Perry say, “Clark, the newspaper business is a tough business today. What with the internet, and declining circulation, newspapers everywhere are being forced to cut staffs, and reduce overhead. Clark, The Daily Planet has been operating at a loss for the last three years. I thought we were going to go out of business for good. But, the owners made an agreement with an investment group that will help us to keep The Daily Planet a seven day a week newspaper in Metropolis. Unfortunately, they ordered us to lay off one of our reporters. My hands are tied Clark. I wish it didn’t have to be this way, but I’m going to have to let you go”.
Lois fought back her tears as Clark tried to convince Mr. White to reconsider. Clark said, “Now Perry, dog gone it, you know that I will always work as hard as I need to so our readers get the story right. Leap tall buildings in a single bound, run faster than a locomotive, whatever it takes to get that story first. I know you said we have to cut costs. I’m okay if they want me to work for less. I’ll think of it as doing it for Metropolis. Or, maybe I can work in the internet division. I might not type fast, but I get my stories in on time.” Perry was considerate, but firm. “Clark, the other new position in that department went to Jimmy Olson. Sometimes, there’s an odd man out. I’m sorry Clark, that odd man is you. I can keep you on until the end of the week to finish your ongoing assignments. But this Friday, unfortunately, will be your last day reporting for The Daily Planet. I’m really terribly sorry to have to give you this news. I fought hard to keep all my staff. Clark, I fought hardest for you. But they said since you earned the most of anyone in the newsroom, the reporter that would have to be fired is you.” Clark was in disbelief. “Perry, this isn’t a joke is it? Did Lois put you up to it?” Clarke could see that Mr. White was not smiling as he said, “Clark, I’m proud of you. You are one of the best reporters I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. Attention to detail, a fearlessness to go wherever the story was, these things I admire in you the most.”
Perry tried to give encouragement to Clark. “Clark it should be obvious to you that these new investors are not newspaper men. You’re the best reporter I’ve got, and I am more concerned about what our readers will think, than what the accountants tell me. On top of that, Lois will have to handle the workload that you both share. Clark, I’m concerned for Lois. I’m not sure how she will adjust to a workload that is about to double.” This thought troubled Clark more than the loss of his job. Perry continued, “Help her Clark. Teach her all you can. I need your help with this. I want you in my office at eight o’clock sharp, Friday. Is that clear?” Now Clark realized, it was all too painfully clear. “Yes, Mr. White, I’ll be here. Eight o’clock. I’ll be on time, Sir”. Perry broke the mood and said, “Clark, give me one great story. Bring it to me Thursday afternoon. If I like it, I’ll run it front page in Friday’s edition.” Clark decided to be positive about this assignment, and said to Perry, “yes, Sir, Mr. White. I’ll get started on it now.” Perry concluded the meeting, “You’re dismissed”.
Lois couldn’t believe what had just taken place. Clark, fired? It was all too much to bear as she saw Clark walk out of Perry’s office. “Oh, Clark, what are you going to do?”, said Lois, as she tried not to cry. Clark was resilient. “Lois, I’ve got one last chance to do a big story. I might not be a reporter for The Daily Planet after Friday, but I am right now. I intend to do my very best for you, Perry, The Daily Planet, Metropolis, and myself. This is something I have to do alone. I won’t let you down.” Clark turned, and headed for the stairs. Lois yelled, “wait, Clark! Where are you heading?” Clark smiled, turned around and said, “I’m going to get that story, Lois. And I can’t be late”…
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I felt this way as I saw a fellow reporter of mine head off on his final assignment. The truth was, I thought that I was in love with him. I never told him, though. I was afraid of what he would think, and I did not want to jeopardize his career, or mine. Well, he got that story, turned it in by the deadline, and it ran front page that Friday. We threw a big party for him, and gave him a scrapbook of the 100 best stories that he had written in his career at the paper. At the end of the day, he gathered his things, and I volunteered to help him take them out to his car. He said thanks, and when he left that parking lot in his 1975 Mercedes, it would be the last time I ever saw him.
I think now that perhaps I was so distraught over seeing him drive away that I was looking for something to console me. People can often get taken advantage of when they are vulnerable.
I thought about writing a story in complete Superman vein, to try and resurrect what little reputation I’ve got left here. But, I figured that some might think that I was just playing around, and some would not connect the characters to the real life people. Of course, there was no guarantee that Superman would come to save my day. My other characters were going to be: Carmen Sandiego as the Princess, Daddy Warbucks as her daddy, Norman Bates as my now EX-Significant Other, and Lois Lane as me.
I’m a reporter, and that’s what I do for a living. My editor tells me just to “get the interview first, before our competition”. If you like 10-14 hour days of chasing ambulances and troubled politicians, this occupation is perfect for you. Oh, and hardly making a living, too. I just hold the mike, email the sound file, and go to the next bad thing.
My Norman Bates assumed my identity online, and he was in my own home. This is not the only place he caused trouble for me. Then at the same time I first visited the BDSM Talk forum, the Little Princess showed up and started raising hell.
It’s not hard to see why people would confuse me with her, when someone impersonating me had the same caustic style. Well, that man no longer has access to my computer, is out of my life, and my bank accounts are still intact.
Folks, I am not the little rich girl. I work hard, and my hours at work just drag on. Now since I have a record of when I was at work, then that means that I can prove I was not in here during the time when 70% of the posts that are associated with my user name were posted to the board. That also means that during that same time frame, I could not have been on this board under a different user name either. So, enough with the attempt to throw the alt tag on me. It doesn’t stick. I can’t hold a microphone and ask questions of someone, making sure they can be heard, AND be nasty to everyone here at the same time. I’m not going to get a new identity at Lit because I am who I am and will not be ashamed of who I am just because someone doesn’t agree with me. If you feel that it is so important in your world to be self-righteous, indignant, and intent on running me off this site, who cares? Certainly not me. I have plenty on my plate, like my job, for one thing. There are bulletin boards galore on the internet, filled with people of all stripes. This is just one of them; no more and no less. I won’t lose any sleep over not returning to Literotica, if that is the case.
Just do me a small favor please, if you intend to allow me to stay. Please don’t compare me to anyone, or put me down personally because of WHO I am. If I say something idiotic, I should be treated as an idiot. If you don’t agree with me, then say so, but do it respectfully. If you don’t like the Terms of Service that exist on the site, that you agreed to when you joined, then leave.
If I follow the rules, then I should not be punished. If you break the rules, then I do not deserve to be punished because you can’t or won’t behave.
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Lois saw Clark walking up the steps to her door. She ran to the front door, and opened it for Clark. Lois was glad to see his face. “Won’t you come in?” Lois asked. “No Lois, I have another story to work on”, said Clark. Lois was curious. “Story?” she asked. “Yes, I have a brand new assignment, and it won’t be for another newspaper either. I heard about this guy and this gal. They were reporters, you see”, Clark explained. Lois smiled real big, “Oh they were? Tell me more, I want to hear more about these reporters”, Lois said, leaning closer to Clark. Clark straightened up abruptly and said, “Well, Lois, we are going to have to go for a walk in order for me to tell you about them.” Lois grabbed his hand and asked, “is now the time, Clark?” Clark smiled and said, “well, it could be”. Lois let go of his hand, and walked back into her living room, turned off the lights, and walked out her front door. She closed the door and locked it, and grabbed Clark’s arm and put it in hers. She said, “I can’t wait to hear about these reporters”, as they stepped off the porch..
To be continued…
Lois fought back her tears as Clark tried to convince Mr. White to reconsider. Clark said, “Now Perry, dog gone it, you know that I will always work as hard as I need to so our readers get the story right. Leap tall buildings in a single bound, run faster than a locomotive, whatever it takes to get that story first. I know you said we have to cut costs. I’m okay if they want me to work for less. I’ll think of it as doing it for Metropolis. Or, maybe I can work in the internet division. I might not type fast, but I get my stories in on time.” Perry was considerate, but firm. “Clark, the other new position in that department went to Jimmy Olson. Sometimes, there’s an odd man out. I’m sorry Clark, that odd man is you. I can keep you on until the end of the week to finish your ongoing assignments. But this Friday, unfortunately, will be your last day reporting for The Daily Planet. I’m really terribly sorry to have to give you this news. I fought hard to keep all my staff. Clark, I fought hardest for you. But they said since you earned the most of anyone in the newsroom, the reporter that would have to be fired is you.” Clark was in disbelief. “Perry, this isn’t a joke is it? Did Lois put you up to it?” Clarke could see that Mr. White was not smiling as he said, “Clark, I’m proud of you. You are one of the best reporters I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. Attention to detail, a fearlessness to go wherever the story was, these things I admire in you the most.”
Perry tried to give encouragement to Clark. “Clark it should be obvious to you that these new investors are not newspaper men. You’re the best reporter I’ve got, and I am more concerned about what our readers will think, than what the accountants tell me. On top of that, Lois will have to handle the workload that you both share. Clark, I’m concerned for Lois. I’m not sure how she will adjust to a workload that is about to double.” This thought troubled Clark more than the loss of his job. Perry continued, “Help her Clark. Teach her all you can. I need your help with this. I want you in my office at eight o’clock sharp, Friday. Is that clear?” Now Clark realized, it was all too painfully clear. “Yes, Mr. White, I’ll be here. Eight o’clock. I’ll be on time, Sir”. Perry broke the mood and said, “Clark, give me one great story. Bring it to me Thursday afternoon. If I like it, I’ll run it front page in Friday’s edition.” Clark decided to be positive about this assignment, and said to Perry, “yes, Sir, Mr. White. I’ll get started on it now.” Perry concluded the meeting, “You’re dismissed”.
Lois couldn’t believe what had just taken place. Clark, fired? It was all too much to bear as she saw Clark walk out of Perry’s office. “Oh, Clark, what are you going to do?”, said Lois, as she tried not to cry. Clark was resilient. “Lois, I’ve got one last chance to do a big story. I might not be a reporter for The Daily Planet after Friday, but I am right now. I intend to do my very best for you, Perry, The Daily Planet, Metropolis, and myself. This is something I have to do alone. I won’t let you down.” Clark turned, and headed for the stairs. Lois yelled, “wait, Clark! Where are you heading?” Clark smiled, turned around and said, “I’m going to get that story, Lois. And I can’t be late”…
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I felt this way as I saw a fellow reporter of mine head off on his final assignment. The truth was, I thought that I was in love with him. I never told him, though. I was afraid of what he would think, and I did not want to jeopardize his career, or mine. Well, he got that story, turned it in by the deadline, and it ran front page that Friday. We threw a big party for him, and gave him a scrapbook of the 100 best stories that he had written in his career at the paper. At the end of the day, he gathered his things, and I volunteered to help him take them out to his car. He said thanks, and when he left that parking lot in his 1975 Mercedes, it would be the last time I ever saw him.
I think now that perhaps I was so distraught over seeing him drive away that I was looking for something to console me. People can often get taken advantage of when they are vulnerable.
I thought about writing a story in complete Superman vein, to try and resurrect what little reputation I’ve got left here. But, I figured that some might think that I was just playing around, and some would not connect the characters to the real life people. Of course, there was no guarantee that Superman would come to save my day. My other characters were going to be: Carmen Sandiego as the Princess, Daddy Warbucks as her daddy, Norman Bates as my now EX-Significant Other, and Lois Lane as me.
I’m a reporter, and that’s what I do for a living. My editor tells me just to “get the interview first, before our competition”. If you like 10-14 hour days of chasing ambulances and troubled politicians, this occupation is perfect for you. Oh, and hardly making a living, too. I just hold the mike, email the sound file, and go to the next bad thing.
My Norman Bates assumed my identity online, and he was in my own home. This is not the only place he caused trouble for me. Then at the same time I first visited the BDSM Talk forum, the Little Princess showed up and started raising hell.
It’s not hard to see why people would confuse me with her, when someone impersonating me had the same caustic style. Well, that man no longer has access to my computer, is out of my life, and my bank accounts are still intact.
Folks, I am not the little rich girl. I work hard, and my hours at work just drag on. Now since I have a record of when I was at work, then that means that I can prove I was not in here during the time when 70% of the posts that are associated with my user name were posted to the board. That also means that during that same time frame, I could not have been on this board under a different user name either. So, enough with the attempt to throw the alt tag on me. It doesn’t stick. I can’t hold a microphone and ask questions of someone, making sure they can be heard, AND be nasty to everyone here at the same time. I’m not going to get a new identity at Lit because I am who I am and will not be ashamed of who I am just because someone doesn’t agree with me. If you feel that it is so important in your world to be self-righteous, indignant, and intent on running me off this site, who cares? Certainly not me. I have plenty on my plate, like my job, for one thing. There are bulletin boards galore on the internet, filled with people of all stripes. This is just one of them; no more and no less. I won’t lose any sleep over not returning to Literotica, if that is the case.
Just do me a small favor please, if you intend to allow me to stay. Please don’t compare me to anyone, or put me down personally because of WHO I am. If I say something idiotic, I should be treated as an idiot. If you don’t agree with me, then say so, but do it respectfully. If you don’t like the Terms of Service that exist on the site, that you agreed to when you joined, then leave.
If I follow the rules, then I should not be punished. If you break the rules, then I do not deserve to be punished because you can’t or won’t behave.
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Lois saw Clark walking up the steps to her door. She ran to the front door, and opened it for Clark. Lois was glad to see his face. “Won’t you come in?” Lois asked. “No Lois, I have another story to work on”, said Clark. Lois was curious. “Story?” she asked. “Yes, I have a brand new assignment, and it won’t be for another newspaper either. I heard about this guy and this gal. They were reporters, you see”, Clark explained. Lois smiled real big, “Oh they were? Tell me more, I want to hear more about these reporters”, Lois said, leaning closer to Clark. Clark straightened up abruptly and said, “Well, Lois, we are going to have to go for a walk in order for me to tell you about them.” Lois grabbed his hand and asked, “is now the time, Clark?” Clark smiled and said, “well, it could be”. Lois let go of his hand, and walked back into her living room, turned off the lights, and walked out her front door. She closed the door and locked it, and grabbed Clark’s arm and put it in hers. She said, “I can’t wait to hear about these reporters”, as they stepped off the porch..
To be continued…
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