Okay, so to be honest I’m writing this after week 3 because I forgot to do my week two blog after week two, but (not surprisingly) I don’t really care, and I feel like if you’re reading this you don’t either.
Week two was interesting! It was one where I fell aggressively out of love with the day-to-day of a reporter. Pretty much nothing I did this week was terribly fun, or interesting, but at least the days went by really slowly and I was very lonely almost constantly when I wasn’t at the station – so that was… fine.
I did some more web stories, and I did a very disinteresting pack about some kids giving some money to a place with some other kids.
Actually, I’ll talk about that a bit.
Doing the super “feel good” stories are so damn hard to write. But for the love of all that is newsworthy, it’s a good thing to learn how to write because on slow news days, when the intern can get his hands dirty, you have to make news sometimes. Not to spoil my week three blog, but I have been to a hiking trail for some dumb thing at least three times until now. So… yeah.
Also this week, I went to a slaughter house about an hour and a half away from the station which made the days go by faster. We went because some crazy lady complained about a cow’s leg (this is deep in cattle ranching country) on her property and she suspected it came from the abattoir we went to. So we figured we’d go check it out. After some research, we figured out the slaughterhouse had a very checkered past and had been shut down several times for bad practices. Suddenly, things started to pick up in the story.
So we managed to crank out a very interesting pack (that wasn’t mine) in the short amount of time we had once we got back to the station.
The next day, we decided this was going to be like a four part feature story which was cool to be a part of.
I got to shoot an entire in-depth tour of the slaughterhouse. Happy stuff!
As the week went on I did get to do some other stuff which was fine, none of which is worth talking about or any body reading, as indicated by the views on my stories.
To sum up, things are going fine, but this isn’t for me and I just want to come back and start whatever the next phase of my life is going to be, or at least I think so.