A good day . . .
. . . is any day I'm on the air.
(To the tune of that song from "Open Season". You know the one.)
Seriously, though.
Slept through most of the weekend just catching up on sleep lost running myself ragged chasing that stoopid, stoopid forest fire, driven by the stoopid, stoopid wind. Still not completely recovered but hell -- I've got to sound good and calm when I'm actually talking to people ON AIR. The listeners don't want to hear "I've had a hell of long day", they want to hear "here's what the fire did". Thank gawd the fire didn't do anything more dramatic than it did when it jumped the containment line last week and burned down 50 houses. Bastard.
It's a balancing act -- there are *so* few people working in the newsroom, and we've got *so* much to cover, just between the three of us! It's not even remotely funny. We all repeatedly go through this thing -- like a cycle. Mondays it's more about "just do what you can, and don't run yourself into the ground, 'cause that won't serve the listener well, in the long run". We all understand that, and try to live up to it. But somehow or other, by Friday we're all either involved in two-hour-long in-studio interviews that we have to edit down to seven minutes within the next hour or we're driving all over the state to get voices on tape no one else has. Then we go home and collapse for a weekend, then come back. Like teletubbies. "Again! Again!"
I swear -- I've got a masochistic streak in me. ;)
But today was definitely a good day.
(To the tune of that song from "Open Season". You know the one.)
Seriously, though.
Slept through most of the weekend just catching up on sleep lost running myself ragged chasing that stoopid, stoopid forest fire, driven by the stoopid, stoopid wind. Still not completely recovered but hell -- I've got to sound good and calm when I'm actually talking to people ON AIR. The listeners don't want to hear "I've had a hell of long day", they want to hear "here's what the fire did". Thank gawd the fire didn't do anything more dramatic than it did when it jumped the containment line last week and burned down 50 houses. Bastard.
It's a balancing act -- there are *so* few people working in the newsroom, and we've got *so* much to cover, just between the three of us! It's not even remotely funny. We all repeatedly go through this thing -- like a cycle. Mondays it's more about "just do what you can, and don't run yourself into the ground, 'cause that won't serve the listener well, in the long run". We all understand that, and try to live up to it. But somehow or other, by Friday we're all either involved in two-hour-long in-studio interviews that we have to edit down to seven minutes within the next hour or we're driving all over the state to get voices on tape no one else has. Then we go home and collapse for a weekend, then come back. Like teletubbies. "Again! Again!"
I swear -- I've got a masochistic streak in me. ;)
But today was definitely a good day.
posted by xeltifon at 9:14 PM
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