Tales and Songs from Weddings and Funerals

Just another day in j-school

This morning I didn't have class - but for some crazy reason I didn't sleep in.
Instead I got up and went to the gym, mainly so I could watch old re-runs of Third Watch which are on between 6 and 8 Friday mornings..
I had my first interview for my first story of the day at 11:00am
I nearly got lost trying to find the office. I've had better starts..
The intervew went smoothly save the gentleman's phone ringing at a regular interval. This only destroyed two or three of the really great quotes I could have used from my journalism piece.
I walked into the Journalism School just before 11:30. With my list of phone calls for interviews for the rest of the stories I am working on - between 5 classes and the campus paper - that is quite a lot.
I left messages for what seemed like half-of-Regina and then realized the funny noises I was hearing was not a malfuntioning edit suite but my stomach. Sometime with out noticing 2 hours had passed, it was lunch. I grabbed a couple of my classmates and we headed into 'downtown' Regina. I dropped off my film and we tried to make a decision as to where to eat. You think it would be easy. But, I don't eat at McDonalds or KFC; Anne* (name not real) didn't want to take long and Jen* just wanted us to make a decision. Everytime one of us changed our minds it would cause Jen to swerve from one lane to another trying desperately to keep up with where she needed to drive...
After seeing my life flash before my eyes, more than once, we decided on A&W - where we recieved worlds worst service... We knew it was a big mistake when there was only one girl working and by the time our order was finally ready she accidentally handed it to the drive-thru people. Anyway that is entirely not the point.
The point was it was late, we were hungry, and just when I had taken a big bite of my burger, my fingers greasy from the fries, my cell rang.
"Are you kidding me" I grumbled as I desperately tried to wipe my hands and swallow.
It was one of my earlier interviews I let her give me some information on what she had learned, she said she would send me an e-mail and I could call to follow up on any questions that I had.
All in all though she was not very helpful. I closed and put away my phone and returned my attention to my friends and now cold burger... I had just taken my second bite when... My cell started playing "Bizet" agian....
This time it was the President of an organization that was very important to my latest story telling me "no comment". He was nice, enough to give the name of the PR lady; who of course was not in.
By this point the chese on my burger had congealed. I ate it as fast as possible and the 3 of us returned the the school.
Then came the conference call with the PR group for my first story - everytime I asked an important question, there would be 5 full seconds of silence then 3 people would answer at once.
The highlight of that conversation was when someone walked into the room yelling.
"I have rewritten this stupid piece of crap 11 fucking times." They pulled me off speaker phone really fast after that!!
At the end of that interview I was able to make a few more calls before admitting defeat and going with what I had.

Thought for the day: Vendre Ottre I limiti.... to see beyond the limits.

Have good weekend.

posted by Angela @ 5:34 p.m.