We gon’ run this town

It is finished! I had a good last night at my internship. It was anti-climactic and calm, almost like the internship knew that it had run it’s course.

I just got home and I am so exhausted, but because I love lists (not exhaustive because it’s 1 a.m. and I’m sleepy), here we go.

Things I will not miss:

  • the hours (working nightside meant I never saw anyone except the cool kids that work nightside too but even that gets boring after a while)
  • listening to scanners on the assignment desk (serious business and I have great respect for assignment editors now)
  • being the youngest person there and being made fun of for it (“I was at my third station when you were 12 years old.”)
  • people forgetting my name
  • the work (it was fun for a while but got a little routine)
  • awkwardness (um, yeah a lot of that)
  • Ignite training (though it made me more comfortable on camera)
  • getting ignored
  • the site’s CMS (it literally had problems everyday)
  • making obscure pop culture references that no one else gets because they’re too old
  • *** But by far the worst: when one of the sat truck operators literally STEPPED ON ME

Things I will miss:

  • the best people who are clearly on the web desk
  • eavesdropping
  • going out in the field on shoots
  • being in the newsroom and just observing the dynamic between everyone (this is serious sitcom fodder, along with all the crazy stuff I overheard)
  • the rush of working on breaking news
  • the many types of characters I encountered
  • having an excuse to dress cute and professional
  • getting paid (yay, Oregon’s minimum wage is $8.40, better than the national average of $7.25 and Georgia’s $5.15?? Is this even legal still?)
  • anchors who are cool
  • saying that I work for a TV station
  • getting sweet experience (I can safely say I was a legit web producer for 3 months)
  • the feeling you get when you know you beat every other station to the breaking news
  • learning new stuff everyday
  • feeling like I am actually contributing

But whatever the lists may say, I know I walked away from the internship standing tall. I got what I wanted. I got experience, got to contribute significantly, got paid, got a great reference and I’m ready for whatever is next. But at this point, I’m not sure exactly what’s next. What I do know is that I want to move back to DC and get a job there. But if not DC yet, then I want to be someplace other than Portland. As much as I love the city and will always have a special place for it since I grew up here, I’m ready for something different.

I’m cruising to San Fran for ONA in October, and I’m believing for something there. Because why wouldn’t you want to hire me? I can write. I know how to use Twitter (seriously, how do people not know how to retweet) and other new media. I’m hard-working, a fast learner, energetic, creative, have a crazy tireless work ethic and I was a web producer for 3 months. I don’t require that high of a salary (within reason and something liveable) and I don’t have a family to provide for. I’m mobile and can go anywhere and as far as relocating goes, I don’t have a boyfriend whose own plans I have to consider.

A good thing has ended, but I’m taking this like my boy Sinatra:  “the best is yet to come.”

BEST. SLUG. EVER.

Tonight, as I was going through the rundowns for our 11pm newscast, I encountered the best story slug of my life.

By this time of night I’d already run out of things to write (I’m apparently quick about turning broadcast script and pressers into web stories) and decided to check the 11pm if I missed a story to prep to post on the site.

I came across a story slugged “HOE ATTACK” and I had to do a double take. “Oh my gosh,” I thought, “how can there be a story about a hoe attack?”

So I clicked into the script and uncovered pure ironic gold. It was SO hard to keep myself from lol’ing in the middle of the newsroom.

Apparently in Florida, a reporter was investigating underage strippers (this detail made the story and slug so much better) when she and her news crew were hit by grandmother wielding a garden hoe. Check out the full story from NBC Miami here. Epic.

This is some of the best and funniest footage I have ever seen. I feel REALLY bad for the photog (newfound respect for them) but he did an awesome job getting the scene while being attacked by a hoe.

I think I’m going to miss this internship.

I get high on breaking news

There’s just something special about working on breaking news, especially the anticipation waiting for something to pop up on the AP wires and the rush of knowing you beat all the other rival outlets to post the story first.

It feels kind of awesome, which is why I don’t think I could be quite as happy working for a magazine or something.

Maybe this is why although some journalists complain about the crappy pay, lack of respect in society and long hours, some still keep at it.

Jess was less.

Okay. Whew. Jess is finally back in the blogging business, just as the last term of my college career begins to pick up.

Maybe it’s senioritis or the unusually cold and rainy weather (but sunny weather has the same effect), but I’m finding it hard to stay motivated to get this project finished. For my journalism capstone, I’m in a group doing an in-depth reporting project on the closing of the landfill in 2012 and what the local government plans to do with the county’s trash after then.

I’m having issues finding the human face in this story. I feel like the only people truly affected are the landfill employees, but many of them are retiring, so

Regular citizens will still leave their trash in garbage cans by their driveway, a garbage truck will pick up their trash and the only difference is that the trash will go to a transfer station (en route to a different landfill) instead of  the county landfill. The best stories are always about people,  and I need to find them among the politics and science in this story.

I’m graduating in 3 weeks. Oh. Em. Gee. I think it’s finally starting to sink in, as I think about jobs (I already have an internship for the summer, which could potentially turn into a job, but I just want to have something else lined up just in case).