Day two at The Farmington Daily Times is done.
The majority of my day was spent typing out 521 words about Farmington's four-day Freedom Days event. In between mindless chatter with Annie about The Office, Lady Ga Ga jam sessions and a quick visit to the Farmington Civic Center to learn more about the Gem and Mineral Show, I got it done.
So far, work has been pretty fun at The Times. Annie and I are no longer sharing one desk, so that's a plus. And we finally got a working phone with our own extension. We are so proud. Life as an intern is proving to be pretty nice. No coffee or dry cleaning runs for us, yet.
And Annie and I have ventured out into the downtown streets of Farmington on our lunch breaks, which is surprisingly pleasant when it's not the temperature of the sun's core outside.
On a side note, my 'question' lead for tomorrow's story got the big thumbs up, which, apparently, never happens. Things are looking up.
Happy Fourth of July!
-Charly
The end of my first day on the job was followed by phone calls with phrases like "The people here are nice," and, "It's really laid back," or my favorite, "I think I'll be fine." That's not really the story today.
The people are still nice, but I guess today the real work
started. Even though I didn't even write one whole story (don't worry, it'll be
finished tomorrow), I feel accomplished. In addition to my story assignment about bikers-- basically an awesome subject-- I received a crash course in a few
necessary skills, including design, obituaries and community announcements.
There's also hope for the future. I'm going out on a video
assignment Saturday all by myself. Being a broadcast journalism major, video is kind of my comfort zone.
Charly and I actually spent more than five minutes apart for
the first time. I was starting to worry that people in the newsroom would think
we were inseparable. Believe it or not, we're actually two different people.
As for Farmington, it has its ups and downs, literally. I think the combination of constant inclines and full blast air conditioning has reduced my 2000 explorer's gas mileage to about negative eight miles per gallon. It's quite a change from the plains of central Oklahoma. During the drive west, if I stopped in Woodward, Okla. and climbed to the roof of my car, I could probably see Amarillo, Texas.
I like the change though. I think this will be a very short six weeks.
