When I was driving in my car the other day, i was just thinking...the wildest things tend to happen to me. And as I tell stories of my life to others, they can seem a bit rediculous, but i promise, they're true! lol They're just so atlandish that it could be hard to believe. Like the fact that yesterday, I would have been on time for work, but I was an hour late because I got caught in traffic. As I was caught in traffic, I was going to call and tell them that I was running late, but I had forgot my phone. So I had to turn all the way around and drive twenty minutes, just to get my phone back (...could you belive that I had not forgotten as single thing I needed for the weekend, including my phone charger! but i forgot the one item I use throughout the entire day? yeah, i know! lol) Then when I got back I had to call and say i'd be an hour late because not only got caught in traffic, but had to turn around and get my phone just so I could call and say i'd be late...(sigh).
Now another story:
Last week I recieved extractions (I had three permanent teethe taken out for the purpose of braces). I had a story due that day for the paper. I sought to work on it earlier that day, and had completed one of my interviews. I just needed one more person to talk to, and they were located in the mall, the same place my dentist office was located were I would have the teeth taken out. My dentist appointment got pushed back almost an hour, but while i was waiting, I sought to speak with a lady from the salvation army (located in the mall) for my story. She was not there. I waited amost 30 minutes. So I went back to the denstist office, recieved three out of the four extractions I was scheduled to have, then afterward tried to go back and interview her, and without being able to talk! I was a mess. She was trying to be helpful, but the whole thing ended up turning into this big fiasco because she said she had to "gain permission" before speaking with anyone from the media, which I understood, and that was fine. But then she tried to manipulate the entire story by making up quotes based directly from their policy book so she wouldn't look bad. It was horrible. I was trying to gain her oppinion and insight on something, and all she gave me was crap from a book that I could have looked up myself if i wanted to. Lady: If I wanted what was in the damn book, why the hell would i be talking to you?
Some people just don't get it. They think as journalists all we want is information, but in reality, it's the people in the story that make it interesting and allows the story to "breathe" if you will (or at least it's this way for me). Otherwise a story wouldn't be a story, it would just be a page with dry facts, and nobody wants to read that. So, to make a long story short, I interviewed the lady with gauz in my mouth...the interview lasted waaaay longer than I wanted to. I only came with about 4 questions because I was trying to get out of there, but she kept drawing it out further. I ended up leaving with a throbbing headache--partically from listening to her, and partly from laying on my back for an hour with metal utensils prying in and out of my mouth and around my teeth. Thank you for a wonderful day!!
As soon as I got home, I started slaving over the story that was now due in 30 minutes...this was not part of the plan! well, i tried to at least have it in by 6, but i didn't send it in til 7.
Oh yeah, and by the way they didn't even run it anyway. After all that work!!
However, it ran today, and I was happy about that. Thank you God. and thanks Amberlee! (I told her this crazy gauz interview story...maybe she felt bad for me, lol) I felt bad for me.
The are just a few of the crazy things that tend to happen to me...
I'll post more as they happen. These stories are just minescule in comparison with some of the tall tales in my life. Unfortunately, I'm not able to think of them all at this time.
Now another story:
Last week I recieved extractions (I had three permanent teethe taken out for the purpose of braces). I had a story due that day for the paper. I sought to work on it earlier that day, and had completed one of my interviews. I just needed one more person to talk to, and they were located in the mall, the same place my dentist office was located were I would have the teeth taken out. My dentist appointment got pushed back almost an hour, but while i was waiting, I sought to speak with a lady from the salvation army (located in the mall) for my story. She was not there. I waited amost 30 minutes. So I went back to the denstist office, recieved three out of the four extractions I was scheduled to have, then afterward tried to go back and interview her, and without being able to talk! I was a mess. She was trying to be helpful, but the whole thing ended up turning into this big fiasco because she said she had to "gain permission" before speaking with anyone from the media, which I understood, and that was fine. But then she tried to manipulate the entire story by making up quotes based directly from their policy book so she wouldn't look bad. It was horrible. I was trying to gain her oppinion and insight on something, and all she gave me was crap from a book that I could have looked up myself if i wanted to. Lady: If I wanted what was in the damn book, why the hell would i be talking to you?
Some people just don't get it. They think as journalists all we want is information, but in reality, it's the people in the story that make it interesting and allows the story to "breathe" if you will (or at least it's this way for me). Otherwise a story wouldn't be a story, it would just be a page with dry facts, and nobody wants to read that. So, to make a long story short, I interviewed the lady with gauz in my mouth...the interview lasted waaaay longer than I wanted to. I only came with about 4 questions because I was trying to get out of there, but she kept drawing it out further. I ended up leaving with a throbbing headache--partically from listening to her, and partly from laying on my back for an hour with metal utensils prying in and out of my mouth and around my teeth. Thank you for a wonderful day!!
As soon as I got home, I started slaving over the story that was now due in 30 minutes...this was not part of the plan! well, i tried to at least have it in by 6, but i didn't send it in til 7.
Oh yeah, and by the way they didn't even run it anyway. After all that work!!
However, it ran today, and I was happy about that. Thank you God. and thanks Amberlee! (I told her this crazy gauz interview story...maybe she felt bad for me, lol) I felt bad for me.
The are just a few of the crazy things that tend to happen to me...
I'll post more as they happen. These stories are just minescule in comparison with some of the tall tales in my life. Unfortunately, I'm not able to think of them all at this time.
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