Woe is me
It's inevitable. All the Eye Street and newsroom reporters have to take turns working the weekend reporting shifts (for that news that takes place Saturday thru Sunday.) It's unpleasant, but someone has to do it. This Saturday morning is my Saturday morning to bite the bullet and suffer through, hoping that nothing burns down, no one drowns and no one gets shot on my watch because, Lord knows, I don't want to write about it.
Although I enjoy covering breaking news from time-to-time I could never be a full-on police reporter. (Although I enjoy being friends with the police reporter — they always have the BEST stories.) But writing about car accidents and crimes get depressing. Next thing you know you're having anxiety attacks every time you drive on the highway and you've got 15 locks on your door. Of course, I'm only speaking for myself, but crime reporting makes me want to scream at people. Scream things like "STOP BEATING YOUR KIDS!" and "PUT ON YOUR FRICKIN' SEAT BELT!" Or "PUT DOWN THAT CRACK PIPE!"
But alas, you can't make people stop injuring themselves and others
Although I enjoy covering breaking news from time-to-time I could never be a full-on police reporter. (Although I enjoy being friends with the police reporter — they always have the BEST stories.) But writing about car accidents and crimes get depressing. Next thing you know you're having anxiety attacks every time you drive on the highway and you've got 15 locks on your door. Of course, I'm only speaking for myself, but crime reporting makes me want to scream at people. Scream things like "STOP BEATING YOUR KIDS!" and "PUT ON YOUR FRICKIN' SEAT BELT!" Or "PUT DOWN THAT CRACK PIPE!"
But alas, you can't make people stop injuring themselves and others
posted by Danielle Belton @ 11:01 AM
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