Don't you just hate it when

Your editor tells you at 6 p.m that your story's too old for tomorrow's paper, and you have to find another one. After struggling for ideas, you find one, but of course you have to confirm it with your source.

So you make a quick phone call, and start writing when at that moment, you should have been at the gym because there's a jazz class you've always wanted to join and you've been thinking about it the whole day. Either that, or watching Friends while jogging on the treadmill.

Ninety minutes later, you're done with the story. You wait and wait for the editor to edit it, when he suddenly approach your desk and say,

"Putri, i'm afraid there's no space for your story anyway, so we're putting it up for tomorrow. You're done for the day, aren't you? Just go home."