This was me this morning. Way too early to be dealing with complications.
I can feel a blister starting on my forefinger where I tried for 40 minutes to get my deadbolt to budge and let me out of my apartment. It’s an old house that locks from the inside with a key.
With a big bag of trash in my hands already making me lightheaded from the nasty odors of raw chicken pieces and rotting fruit, I realized this was going to be no simple rescue mission.
I had a little time to spare before I needed to be at work at 3:30 am. Still, I was feeling the pressure since my hair was wet and my face was bare / I keep all hair and make-up products at the station. I talked myself out of a full panic attack and finally called my producer. Though, I haven’t mentioned yet that I’m having phone charging problems and my phone was dead. I was left with no contact numbers and had to skype the station!! One thing after another. Megan, my producer, was minutes away from driving to my house. The plan was to cut out the screen and throw her my keys, then she could try and open my door the other way. Being a cheapo I put the brakes on that.
Next call was to Mom and Dad. Poor folks. I wonder when I’ll stop calling them at any and all hours with my emergencies. While dad started googling my landlords, mom chilled me out and talked me though it. When that even failed she told me to get a knife. BINGO!!
Almost in tears with low blood sugar adding to my panic, I broke out of my own apartment in the wee hours of the morning; I seriously called the station and over speaker phone told my very worried/bewildered colleagues that, “I’m free.”
My Memphis newscasts full of criminals might be teaching me too much about breaking and entering, or in my case, leaving.
I haven’t been able to check twitter for news updates or watch the morning news shows (even my favorite) with out being ambushed with that shot of the hospital door in London. Instead of ranting and raving over how aggravated I am that this is getting so much attention compared to serious issues facing our country – can you say economy – I won’t because news is a business and I get it, not only that, but I’m a part of it. Plus, at least it’s taking away from the race fighting / hatred our country has experienced with the George Zimmerman verdict.
It’s not the news I blame. It’s our celebrity obsessed culture. I decided years ago to remove myself from it. I got rid of tv, don’t even scan the trash celebrity magazines and wouldn’t think of watching one of those celebrity gossip tv shows. Sounds lame but to me it’s putting my foot down and saying, my simple life is beautiful, REAL, and I will not trash my brain.
So, I mean this in the kindest of ways – Get a life!! Really! Why would you sit around and obsess over the royal baby? How silly. Read a book or 2 or 3. In an attempt to have a peaceful sleep I’ve started listening to audiobooks at bedtime. They count and have been so much fun. Learn something – go for a walk. Do something authentic!
Hey, when I was younger I was obsessed with Henry the eighth and all his wives. Instead of making the royal baby the most shared story on cnn.com why not take the opportunity to learn about the monarchy that shaped England and why it’s no longer a part of decision making. Or maybe I’m just jealous. Maybe I should have gone to St. Andrews.
Here at this scene…..
I called a 29 year old woman a man twice. Finally, after I’d already been told once, the poor lady’s mother said, “excuse me, she’s a girl.”
I think I won them over, though. Said, “I’m so sorry. It’s just your look is so cool and androgynous.
Reporter fail of the day. They were very sweet about it. Thank goodness.
On a serious note, I’m covering a shooting from overnight. A security guard was shot on the job. All here are sad and can’t imagine why. They say he was very diligent with his work. I’m sending a prayer his way.
Who want to work weekends? Exactly. I’ve been there – done that, and dread the day I have to do it again. Though – on occasion going in when you typically don’t can bring unexpected enthusiasm. That’s my morning. I woke at 6 am paranoid that I’d overslept. Reasonable considering I normally wake to darkness and, instead, today was met by a light filled room. You know – that pretty orange new day light that makes everything sorta glow?
From there work was a joy. Really. It’s a two hour show normally anchored by the amazing Kontji Anthony. Because it’s a weekend show there is more room for community interviews – today I talked to a group working to support the new unified Shelby School District along with other groups preparing for school.
Then there were the kittens!!! Heaven for a cat woman. I’d have 20 if I could, but I’ve seen first person what that does to furniture.