Saturday, July 28, 2007th hour of work today.
I had to travel to Middleboro, Mass. this morning to cover the town meeting where residents decided to approve an agreement with the local Native American tribe to build a casino in town.
Great story. But I had to stand outside. In the sun. All day.
Saturday shifts are a witch, I tell ya.
Among the highlights of my day:
*waking at 5:45 a.m., drive an hour, to get to my assignment at 7:30 a.m.
*using a Port-A-Potty for the first time in my life (not an experience I'd like to make a regular occurrence)
*forgetting sunblock and ending up at least 3 shades darker
*Being herded into a "media area" by the local police, where residents took the opportunity to snap our pictures like we were a zoo exhibit.
*Getting eaten by a number of ants who happened to live in the grass where I sat near the speakers podium
*Shagging this quote from a white resident: "I'm a Native American. I was born here. I live here."
*Waiting while officials hand counted the votes of the 3,722 residents who attended the meeting. (they stopped when they reached 725 supports, a 2/3rds majority over the number of opponents)
I am dead dog tired. Some newsroom friends have come up to me, making jokes, asking me why I'm still here because they knew I was working days today. I couldn't help it, but I gave them the stare of death and they slowly backed away. Then I went back to typing.
I'm waiting to be edited so I can get up and out this piece.
So ready for this day to be over so I can take a shower. I smell like all of outdoors. Sigh.
Note: I finally left the office at 9:20 p.m. -- after working for a total of 14 hours straight. continue...