Sunday, June 21st

Oh, what a day. I went out on nothing, yet the day was not without it's moments. Here's what I did: answered the phone, called the dispatch office a bazillion times, repeat the address of a terrible boating accident to producers and reporters who couldn't remember where they were headed, google said address each time to give directions, will myself to NOT eat the last brownie that the anchor brought in today, laugh at callers.

Best moments:
-Crazy "where [producer/anchor] at guy called again. I sense the beginning of a beautiful friendship, where he is drunk/high/crazy and I am totally amused/slightly annoyed.
-dispatch offices that know LESS about an accident than we do (thanks random tip guy, you are quicker than they are!)
-Best phone call of the night: our mayor wants to raise taxes. Always a big deal, and duh - who would like that? Certainly not anyone WHO GETS TAXED. Anyways, the story included comments from angry people, and the following fact: the $_____ shortfall is EXPECTED in 2010. EXPECTED. Meaning it's a guess. We don't KNOW where that will come from EXACTLY. So this guy calls me. Ticked off, of course. Blames the media and says we're worthless because we didn't report where that shortfall is coming from.

Dude. We don't know. Last I checked it was NOT 2010.

Anyways, I attempt to explain, he calls our station/the mayor communist, says the taxes are our fault (don't know how that one works) I continue to explain - I'm an intern. I don't know if the guy who wrote the story is crazy/didn't get told where the future money is not being saved/etc. He is not pleased, but okay to hang up because he now knows that I am an intern and therefore, stupid.

I cracked up more than any other call ever after he hung up. I almost started laughing mid-call.

Ciao. Tara