"Hey you cubicle people! When you're out on stories, remember: NO PAYOLA. NO FREEBIES. You will be swayed in your journalistic judgment and the station WILL BE sued for biased reporting."
I WISH. How cool would that be if we all were like ROCK STARS, showered with gifts from the *who's who* just begging ME to lend my ROCK STAR status to support a cause/influence an election/rig a verdict... how COOL.
I, however, am not so cool. No one's offered me a Rolex, a trip to the Bahamas on a private jet, or even a free dinner. Nothin'.
Nothin', that is, until a fateful day this week when yours truly got this gem in the mail:
I know you're jealous. And you better believe, that as my honorary first piece of SWAG, I WILL NOT be returning this youth medium t-shirt to the sender. Thank you, creepy dog fanatics, for sending me this lovely hand-painted garment. I will enjoy being a billboard for the tripped-out dog with the gaze that might give a small child nightmares. I will cherish it forever.
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