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Well, today, we had a train wreck and the reporter that was sent to the scene got lousy shots because he didn't want to trudge through the snow etc....
This afternoon I was supposed to go out and get pics of average community stuff. We put it in as fill when we need it.
Well, I was driving past the area of the derailment. And I saw a guy taking a picture, I figured he maybe could see something the others couldn't. So I pulled into the field and figured if I just went over to the ridge I could get shots. So I trudge about a kilometre in dress shoes in -20 weather with wind in ankle high snow. I ended up on a slippery ridge where I could have fallen off either side and been hurt, not killed but hurt. Either way. I ended up so close to the train wreck I could have touched it if I wanted. I got the pics, then a guy from the railway came and said he'd take me to a good spot for pics. I got those too.
I got back to work feeling great because I had done my job real well. Then I get bitched out for not taking pics of people walking thier dogs and shit. I couldn't fucking believe it. My editor said, "we were going to get those pics from the Calgary Sun."
Well what Mr. Fuckhead didn't know is that the Sun didn't know about the story and I was the only reporter there, so likely the Sun would have gotten it from us.
I saved his fucking ass, he should be kissing my goddamn feet. I felt like saying, "why don't we call the publisher and see what he thinks?"
Fucking crock of shit. Him and the other reporter have a real"whatever" attitude towards journalism. I laughed at it before but if it starts draggin me down me and this paper will be parting company very soon.
I should add I still have five days to get pics of rover.
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