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.”


Closing time, open up the doors and let you out into the world

Today’s my last day at my internship. By just my sheer amount of excitement, I would think that I had a horrible internship and I’m just relieved to have it be over. But that’s not the case. I actually had a great internship, and I’m even more excited about what’s next.

Of course, there’s the lingering wisp of uncertainty that comes with the unknown looming over the horizon, but I refuse to let that phase me.

Today is a celebration. It’s the end of an era, but the dawn of a new day.

Full re-assessment TK (to come, as they say in print land).


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.

This is harder than I expected

Okay, so in retrospect (and after answering every “what are you doing post-college?” question), taking that risk doesn’t seem like a good idea right now. I’m on the tail end of my internship with nothing to do looming on the horizon now (right where I was afraid I would end up right before I graduated). This especially hurts as my framed degree is sitting on my desk staring me in the face.

But since when have the best things (especially in love, stocks and jobs) come without a risk? And having nothing lined up? Maybe that means freedom to jump something good that comes along. For once, I need to be able to trust myself and have confidence in what I can offer and what I can do. That’s what I keep telling myself. Constantly.

PS: I’m ready.

So about being back…right

The cool list this week:

  1. Cole Haan: OMG, you guys, you need to buy a pair of his shoes (gentlemen and ladies). They are wonderful and investment-worthy. I bought these black patent Carma pumps (close toed) and they are hot, yet comfy at the same time. It’s like having sweats and your favorite LBD at the same time for your feet. Because of the Nike Air built into the shoe, they are the most comfy pumps I’ve ever owned and therefore so worth it. And purses. I can’t even get started on those. I’ve gotten so many compliments on this one.
  2. “Investing” as a new euphemism for buying stuff: This was the week I could NOT stop shopping and my parents were basically like, “um, wow, you’re an unemployed college student and you just spent a lot of money.” But I say, no, I only spent a lot of money on quality items that will for sure last me a long time. So actually, the cost per wear is actually cheaper for that pair of 7s than spending it on a pair at Forever 21 that will fall apart in a week. Frugal Asian parents, you actually raised me well.
  3. Overheard in the Newsroom: BEST. OVERHEARD SITE. EVER. This one even tops the original NYC and Office overheard sites. Gahh, I love it. Have a read, I promise you’ll be laughing (especially if you work in a newsroom). I leave you with this delightful tidbit. Producer talking about a reporter: “She subsists on diet coke, peanut M&Ms, and the souls of the young.”
  4. Dave Aude‘s club mixes: The man can turn a mediocre pop song into dancefloor gold. Oh man, his studio stuff is good. I heard this one in a club somewhere and I’m hooked: 

The other stuff:

When I tell people about my job adventures, most people are like, “OMG, you turned down a job in this economy? Why are you so stupid? You know how hard it is for people to find jobs?” False. I’m not stupid, I just want to follow my dreams. If anything, what I did should make me smarter because I know what I want. I don’t want to waste time doing something I’m not as excited about when I could be doing what I truly want (and where I want to be for that matter).

Ugh life, why do I have to have tough choices and then live with them?

Blogging has turned out to be a more difficult relationship than I planned it to be. Mostly because blogging is like a relationship. It requires time, effort and energy.

Oh, and I hate having to wake up early (working nights at the station has seriously screwed up my sleep patterns) to maintain the other relationships in my life. Since I started the smoothie place and added my nightside internship to that, I think I’ve sat down at a family dinner like 3 times and I’ve only seen 2 friends. Now I know how an adult feels.

Damn it feels good to be a gangsta (and also back)

So since the last time I posted, so many things happened. In no particular order (except for maybe loosely chronological), here we go:

Finished the in-depth reporting project

At my university, all journalism majors (professional sequences, so print and broadcast tracks, not mass communications people) must take a six-week in-depth reporting course in the spring. Teams of three to four people report on one topic of importance to the community and put together a website with multimedia elements and also mini packages. My group’s topic was the county landfill closing in 2012 and the preliminary plans for the county’s trash. It wasn’t the most urgent or pressing topic, but it was interesting to see how a landfill works. It was less interesting to wade around through trash and flies to get that good sound and pictures of a compactor.

But finally, after countless late nights in the J-School, it is finally finished and sexy. I’m happy with it for the most part, especially the colors and the header graphic.

Graduated from university


(photo courtesy of my friend’s dad) I finally did it! I now have a Bachelor of Arts in Journalism and History (though the BA stands for Bad Ass). My degree is framed somewhere in my messy room. I never thought I’d admit this, but I miss college already. Or, I actually miss my college friends already. It sucks not having them 5 minutes away and more like 2,000 miles. That’s the worst.

Started my summer internship for a TV news station in my hometown
It’s been good to me. I’m not a broadcast girl (sorry De) after discovering that I liked the Web side better (and after Fahey or someone telling me that I have a great face for radio) and that’s where all the news is going to end up anyway. Thinking ahead. At my internship, I’ve been basically a web producer for the station’s website for the past month or so, repackaging broadcast elements into something a little more readable and print-friendly with clearly the chillest people in the newsroom.

Apart from the web desk, I sat on the assignment desk for a few traumatizing times (seriously, 5 police scanners going crazy freaks me out a little), went on a few shoots with reporters and photogs (hilarious and outrageous times), logged interviews, gave scripts to anchors and pretended to be a reporter and read things off the prompter to help with some training thing. Oh, and I work nights, so I never see my friends, which sucks.

But being in the newsroom itself is just great. I hear the most random stuff (today: “THE POWER OF REGIS!”) because I always pick the worst time to eavesdrop on a conversation. Working on that. People at my internship are so different and their own characters interacting is so entertaining that this experience would be great fodder for some sort of The Office-esque sitcom. Once I ride this through, I’m going to conceptualize and pitch this. It will be epic and make me lots of money because maybe I’m not the only one sick of cop shows on TV (except for Law & Order: SVU, obvs). It will be called something like “The Newsroom” or something like that. Watch for it.

PS: I am now on LinkedIn, hire me please if you’re a media company on the east coast.