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July 18, 2006 | by  | in Online Only |
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We’re in production for the Te Reo issue this week, and there’s only three pages of news going in, so I haven’t got all that much to do. In fact, after hooking up my volunteers with stories, I have very, very little actual work.

James was out of the office most of the day today (he’s also shaved, which was very exciting), and no volunteers have come in. No one but various Green Party media people have sent me emails, but I usually just delete those anyway. I would talk to Ben, but he was doing his job.

So today has been a day of little victories. I reordered the photo archive on my computer. I sourced some more dishwashing liquid so we could drink coffee out of clean cups. I had some more coffee ordered once I realised we had run out. I got the caretaker to install some more toilet paper. I untangled the phone cord.

Who ever said the student media was glamourous?

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Nicola Kean: feature writer, philanthropist, womanly woman. Nicola is the smallest member of the Salient team, but eats really large pieces of lasagne. Favourites include 80s music, the scent of fresh pine needles and long walks on the beach.

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    no one, isn’t that the point?

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