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Oh Bother

Sometimes life is surreal.

One week I’m talking to people about the death of a beautiful family and the next week I’m looking up into a tree of bears. (Read it!)

I like that.

I like that while I may cry and cry over the sadness of lost lives, I can also have a time were I’m talking to a new homeowner about the unexpected wildlife preserve in his backyard.

Never expect anything to be normal if you become a journalist. Never expect an easy day, or a boring assignment.

If I’ve learned anything, it’s that being a reporter means you’re in for a lot of curve balls.

LEAVE ME ALONE

Does anyone else get told what to do in every aspect of their life?

Is it just me?

I can be on the phone, in the midst of asking my questions when a Post-it is hurled at me loaded with questions. Why are you giving me this?

Do I look inept? Do I look perplexed?

NO.

I can ask my own questions. I can do the job I was hired to do. Leave me alone.

Even when I’m not at work I have people breathing down my neck.

If it’s not my landlord griping about fictitious 5-foot-tall grass then it’s my softball coach jogging back with me lecturing me on my entire walk back to the dug out.

Dear Everyone, I don’t care. I don’t care that the grass is more than ¾ of an inch tall. I don’t care that I missed the ball. I don’t care to ask the dumbest questions ever that, for the record, I won’t even be putting in my story — Guess what: It’s MY story.

All around me are other reporters who suck just as much as I do.

But do they get lectured?

No.

All over the field are other players who suck just as much as I do.

Do they get lectured?

No — well, the one guy who makes me look like a champ has deflected a little of the attention, but that’s not a part of this rant.

So, for the love of all that is holy, leave me alone. Let me be. Let me screw up if that’s what is meant to be.

Thank you, Angel

Life and Times of a Working Journalist

Eight hours is a long time.

As someone who is fairly new to the world of working full time I find the whole 40-hour-a-week thing exhausting. It’s a very long time to be in the same place with the same people.

My first job was a part time, four-hour shift, which is typical for teenagers. In college, I worked for the journalism college’s graduate program and worked 15 hours a week as per the agreement with the school.

My first job at the weekly I started out at 40, but to save money I was told I would be working four days a week at 32 hours a week minimum to keep insurance but save money – which was fine with me, the less time there the better.

But now I work a minimum of 40 hours often times getting overtime. You can’t control when news is going to happen. So now I find ways of biding my time, making the hours shorter, well at least feel shorter.

I think the best way to do this is to break down my time in percentages.

A large majority of my time is spent actually working, which I can’t always say for my coworkers. I produce more than anyone else in the newsroom. I’ll give credit to working at the weekly where I had to turn out at least 12 articles in a matter of three or four days.

Now, most reporters get one assignment a day. The thing is I don’t do well with free time.

Less than 2 percent of my time is spent perusing the internet. I just don’t find it that entertaining.

About 8 percent is spent staring at my phone looking to see if I’ve gotten a text or an email and then replying to said messages.

Food is a big one for me, I’ll give it about 20 percent, although most of the time I am eating and working. I just find myself hungry all day long.

I recently started working the 6:30 a.m. shift, which means I eat at 5:30ish when I am commuting to work. Then I have to eat again around 9 a.m. which gets me through to 11 where I’ll eat crackers or another small snack then comes 2 and I’m ready for a big meal with some protein.

By the time I get home at 4:30 I am starving all over again so I eat dinner at the same time as the early birds and snack around 6. I blame the shift I work, although I seem to munch more than anyone else around me – their loss.

Intermittent through the day I also try to stay hydrated, for my health of course.

There’s the coffee that is found in the break room, ice water that causes my my boss’ eardrums to cringe because I love chewing ice and diet coke for that little boost.

Which leads us into at least 15 percent of my time being spent walking to the bathroom, being in the bathroom and walking back from the bathroom.

I’m not gross, promise.

I just have the world’s weakest bladder. It’s been compared to that of a field mouse, but let’s stay focused.

I love the bathroom. It’s a nice getaway. You can go in, do what you got to do then hang out. We have lotion, some smell good stuff, a long mirror – you can’t say that doesn’t sound highly entertaining.

Then there’s chatting.

I am an incredibly chatty person, so sue me. I would say around 10 to 20 percent, depending on the day, is spent talking with my cohorts about nothing related to work – they’re just so fun to talk with.

Now I’ll give my remaining time to work. From getting, reading, highlighting and writing arrest reports and public record to looking up numbers, calling, talking for stories and then the actual writing process.

The oddest thing about me is that what I spend the least amount of time on is the actual writing process. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t rush through and produce pure crap.

If I can start from the very top and work my way down I am pretty speedy. The writing where you add in as information comes is not my strong suit. But for my own stories, once I get that lede it’s all gravy.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how I spend my time, which I’d say is pretty productive.