It’s my first week as a reporter. On Tuesday, I went to my first municipal meeting since December 2011. On Wednesday, I wrote my first article since December 2011, if you don’t count briefs I’ve (re)written or the couple times I was a bad editor and changed an article to the point that it only had a reporter’s byline because he or she gathered the material.
That said, I hate my first article.
Absolutely hate it.
I think it’s in a prominent spot. I really, really hope I’m wrong. It’s garbage, and no one should read it and I knew I was going to be hard on myself.
It didn’t turn out the way I wanted, because I came to the realization that the way I wanted it would have been more than the 25 inches it ended up being.
I also couldn’t take care with it the way I wanted because it took a while to get in contact with some people.
Additionally, I had to hide in a basement for about half an hour.
A series of strong storms blew into the area at a time entirely too early for those type of storms to come through. Additionally, they featured damaging tornadoes, which are possible in Virginia but somewhat rare.
I had just gotten off the phone with a source, who cut our talk short because of deteriorating weather conditions, when all of our phones lit up about a tornado warning. No one panicked, but there was a very stern order to go to the basement until the warning was over.
When we returned to the newsroom, someone made a comment about me being greeted by a crazy week. I could only comment on it not being too crazy, and rattled off some of the things that have happened within my first few days of work.
“This is normal,” I said in conclusion. “I bring the disasters.”