WAg - Storm Update
I feel like the weatherman who drew the short straw.
You know the poor fool who goes out to the beach right before the huricane hits? The guy that is screaming into the microphone while the wind whips his clothes and hair? The one at the edge of the madness describing the scene to those watching from the calm comfort of their homes? Having to answer stupid question from the safe, protected news anchors asking idiotic things like, "So is it windy out there?"
Yeah...
Things are getting interesting depending on what's happening in your assgined to.
Some races have already been called; though most of these were races where the incumbent was picked long before the polls even opened. Some people are looking at races where the difference is only one vote. Others are looking at races where no votes have been tallied yet.
Personally, the outcome of my story looks pretty apparent. The fire district's bond issue to raise money to build two new stations and buy three new trucks looks to pass - in case you were interested. Though the people gathered at the fire station are currently eating "victory cake," no one wants to call it a "win" yet.
Nevertheless, my editor told me I did a good job and sent in my story to be edited and left a space for final quotes to be inserted. My story is done, but my assignment continues.
Stress is creeping back in to the newsroom. There hasn't been a return update in over an hour, and people are getting worried about how late things will hit - and how close it will be to the print deadline. More people have been displaying signs of impatience like tapping their fingers or toes. People are checking the county clerk's election site about once every 2 or 3 minutes. Others, like my friend sitting in front of me is scanning the TV Tome site and being depressed by the fact that Jesse from "Gilmore Girls" is getting his own spinoff show set in Venice, which doesn't bode well for his relationship with Rory (NOTE: Good riddence).
With my story on hold for now, I have the luxury of looking back over my day.
I have had an interested day so far. I did exit polls this morning. I stayed conscious in classes. I bought a Mallard Filmore cartoon collection on discount at the University Bookstore. I got a nap. My nap was interested by a phone call stating my roomate was in trouble for illegally sharing music files over the Internet (Like anyone does THAT in college).
One of the highlights of my day was the invite I go to join the fire fighters at their barbeque down at their station.
Their station is roughly 10 miles away. I mentioned that to my friend earlier (He's currently leaving a message on the phone of a likely election user while continuing to play solitaire. He's a multi-tasker). He said, "That's not too far to go for barbeque."
I agreed with him, but don't have the luxury of ducking out right now.
The copy desk is getting frantic. Only two stories have been sent in, with many left to go.
When this thing hits, it's going to go fast.
Forgive me while I stumble over to a palm tree and hold on for dear life.
'Why_yes_It_IS_windy_out_here_Bob'
