I'm waiting for my next live hit (15 minutes from now). I've been training to go live on the air for the past three days. The first part right after you've got your interview is a bit nerve racking. You've got to put it into your comp, edit down the sound bytes, send your best bytes into the system we use (4 good ones), then write and voice a tease, then write a lead, and of course write your story, and have all the tech stuff (sound levels, etc) good to go before you get on the air. But after all that there's a little down time after the first hour (and so here I am). I'm currently parked out in front of the KSL studios in the truck with my equipment. I took some time a bit earlier to lay down for 5 minutes under a nearby tree on the edge of the parking lot. As I lay under that tree I contemplated just how many homeless people may have been in the exact spot I was actually laying in just then. Then a large man dressed in black (probably a waiter for some restaurant at the Gateway) came walking past me. He smiled and nodded and as I lay there I realized it was getting dark and it scared me, and I also wondered who might pass by and also mistake me for a homeless girl on the side of the road. So I got up and went back to the truck.
Adventure part II
Sooo, my night was really hectic. I was covering the Clean Flicks story (a fed judge ordered them to stop selling edited videos saying it was against copyright law- funny how airplanes and tv stations can do it, but individuals can't). Then there was breaking news to go cover a murder suspect holed up in his apartment with the police standing by. Guess who went to cover it? There I was with all the other local news crews and the police with huge guns standing outside the building. I wrote my script and was ready to go live when an officer came by and said they were about to nab the guy and didn't want us putting this on the air in case he was watching or listening and didn't know they were there. I argued with him that the guy was probably well aware the police were out there, but our station and the others decided not to run with it, but of course then the info officer said it was okay so I did. I was ready to wrap things up thinking this could take a while and I was done for the night when a swat team entered in through the back and caught the guy. Me and Wendy from the D-news followed the tv crews around the corner to the back where all the action was and saw the guy get hauled away in the police car. A happy ending for the neighborhood, but there was still work to do. The news teams descended upon the info officer for a statement, Then I went back to the truck, wrote my spot, but my laptop died so I ended up having to wing it at the last second. I wrapped up my work at the scene, came back to the studio to load the sound for the next morning and then discovered I couldn't get into the building because somewhere in the midst of all the running around I did out there my badge had fallen off. My badge with my name and picture on it. So I called Cleon, the newscaster that hour, he let me in. I loaded everything in, wrapped up, got in my own car, returned to the scene (in somewhat of a sketchy neighborhood, which wasn't very smart of me, but I was desperate) and combed around for where my badge might possibly be. Didn't find it. Rumor has it HR will make me pay for a new one. I might throw a fit or something but who knows if that will work. The way I figure it, though, is that I lost it in pursuit of the action and I shouldn't have to pay. Anyway, the night was full of drama and I need to calm my nerves and go to bed now.