As it happens, I’m at my newsroom at 7:18 in the evening, because I’m the late reporter for Fridays. Sounds like a bum gig, but I don’t think it is – traffic on Friday afternoons is so bad in L.A. that I will end up sitting on the freeway for an hour and a half hardly moving anyway. I’d rather speed through in 30 to 45 minutes. Anyway. I jump ahead of myself. The new job is dope. Everyday is different – everyday is a new project to learn as much as I can about one thing and tell a general audience all about it. And its always so satisfying to see my name in print. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of it.
To back up…
I’m the new police and courts reporter for the Glendale News-Press. My first day actually began at the LA Times building in downtown, because that’s where orientation is. My head was spinning by the time I left, simply because there was so much paperwork for me to wade through. Ugh. Paperwork sucks. Anyway, in the three weeks I’ve been here, I’ve followed a police sexual-harassment trial (which is still ongoing), written about a couple of busts (video games, cable boxes, drugs), written about fires, pedestrians getting hit by vehicles (be careful walking in Glendale), talked to people about their murdered loved ones (not as hard as I thought it would be, but the interviewee was totally cool) and gotten talked to about a bunch of little details that I’ve written down on my special clouds notepads, but don’t totally know by instinct yet. I will. I never thought I’d like covering a police beat, but I have. It’s dope. The only drawback to working in Glendale is having to commute so far, and through so much traffic. I generally leave home around 7:30 and go home about 7:30. Doesn’t leave much time to hang, but oh well. I got to hang for a whole year.
Me and NSN guy are good. Really good. I’ve never been in a relationship where I hardly ever argued with the guy. And I don’t think I’ve ever been in a relationship where I’ve been so comfortable and laughed so much over stupid and not-so-stupid things.
Back to the job. I’m not quite sure how I got so lucky, but I really hope I don’t screw it up. I really want to stay here for a while. I REALLY want to cover the Raul Aguirre trial. (He was a kid who tried to break up a fight between Armenian and Latino gang members and ended up getting beaten to death himself.) I’m still in the midst of getting settled, but I’m definitely getting the hang of a daily schedule and writing on deadline. Heh.