I’m a real journalist!
This not to suggest I was a sneaky lyin’ faker journalist before. I had a job last semester working at University Communications, where I was paid to write articles, harass people, etc.
But at the start of this week, I became a full-time journalist. I have an internship at The Capital Times this summer, so I am journaling all day, erryday. Yeah. I'm basically Rory, Lois Lane, and that chick from His Girl Friday, combined. It's cool to be 25 or whatever.
Here are the reasons this makes me feel more legit:
1. I have my very own desk, with my very own computer and very own confusing phone. It took me 5 minutes to learn how to dial out of the system. When someone calls me, I could presumably answer, “Lisa Speckhard, Capital Times,” but I have not actually worked up the guts to do this yet. Mostly I answer with more like this:
2. I have to “file” stories now. This is just fun, because then I can say “Oh brb, have to go file my story.” (And/or sing about my feelings.)
3. Obviously I’m writing A LOT, since this is my full-time gig. Thus, my name is going to be ALL OVER THE PLACE.
4. Today I covered a federal court trial about Wisconsin state voter ID laws. Obviously, a noob like me is not the first choice for something like that, but the regular political reporter was leaving on vacation, so they asked me step in.
I was all:
But it turned out OK!
Hopefully I’ll get into all sorts of amusing noob journalist scrapes so I can regale you with the tales of my misfortune. And remember, when I reach regional fame and moderate fortune, you can say you knew me back when.