Monday morning came and I was ready to not be a sore loser about it. My work schedule is slowly being tweaked, and it includes a tiring turnaround from Sunday night to Monday morning. As I was eating breakfast, and making more coffee to take to work, I managed to spill it all on the counter in a lame move. Couldn’t have been more perfect for a sitcom scene, it was almost unreal how stereotypically Monday that moment felt. I didn’t let that one clumsy move deter me. Off to work I went, with little knowledge of what the day would hold.
Eventually, as I settled on a story that seemed to be working out I sat out in the backyard with one of the people I was interviewing, with a crushing headache that was coming on, but again, I was hell bent on making the day a good one as I enjoyed the nice day, took in the smells, and greenery. And then it happened, bird poop from above. Thanks nature. It was disgusting and my trusty photographer was nice enough to run and get napkins. My interview just looked at me like, that’s life.
We sat in the car, putting the story together about a coach that was let go unexpectedly (and I thought my day was going bad) . Everything pales in comparison. My headache has now developed into a pounding ton of bricks and I felt like I was going to die (I might be exaggerating only slightly, but it was extremely painful and uncomfortable those last few hours of the day). So I did what I always naturally do, go shop for snacks thinking that will make everything feel better. I got a sparkling grapefruit drink that was super refreshing and a Kashi bar. But it didn’t make me feel very good. Had I made a mistake? I got through the next few hours somehow completed my day, and was happy that the day ended well before midnight (which is normally when my nights wrap up). Other news stations had started showing up, and a nightside crew from mine turned up to take over for us. Seemed like my talking up the story had garnered even more attention and this was turning into a big deal. For me though, the day was over by 6:30 and I was a happy camper to go home, even with my pounding headache.
Then came another phone call last Thursday! The coach got his job back! I havent felt so good about a story in a long time, but I know by pursuing this story I got the ball rolling, even if it made the tiniest impact on getting more attention on his problem and getting this man his job back, I was glad to have been a part of it!
It’s back to work for me tomorrow, and who knows what’s in store this week.