When most people hear the phrase “the morning after” they think of embarrassed women walking out of a stranger’s apartment looking bedraggled in last night’s clothing. I dare say it’s not a great look on them.
Here at the paper, the morning after looks different but I’m sure the same feelings of anticipation are involved. Wait, did I say anticipation? I meant feelings of pending doom … much worse.
It’s like when you’re watching a movie and that particular music comes on, the actor is in a dark hallway about to turn and we all know what’s about to happen … BAM – his head is cut off with a machete, the vampire has attacked, or some other cruel form of death is upon him.
That’s what the morning after feels like at a newspaper.
You come in never knowing what messages are on your phone, what emails are waiting there ready for you to open them so they can ruin your day. You just never know who you ticked off with yesterday’s article.
Yesterday, I stumbled upon a true gem. An 18-year-old had been arrested for reckless driving, taken to jail and locked away for a few hours. Unbeknownst to the officers at the jail, though, was the fact that the teenage boy had a loaded revolver in the waistband of his pants.
Luckily, he chose to hide the gun behind some toilet paper rather than shoot anyone. But the situation was one that should have been easily avoided but was not. It revealed some serious protocol mishaps with the Sheriff’s Office.
Already today, I have received emails addressing my article and voicemails asking about my procedures — let me assure you, my procedures were awesome. I’ve even gone so far as to already send out a Freedom of Information Act (FOIA) request for the internal investigation the incident incited.
The morning after, not a good thing at all.