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the lefkow murder story is beginning to get nasty.
NOTHING significant has happened. the biggest things? with a police escort, the judge and one of her older daughters returned to their house on lakewood avenue to retrieve personal effects and then left. and then police took down the yellow crime scene tape and a couple clergy moved vigil crosses to the front steps.
the race to get this type info is starting to get dirty and nasty.
ok, i lied - there is a piece of info. you'll find what soon enough.
i should be used to this by now, but not when a supposed reporter from new york calls you and asks you to tell them what's the newest word on that story. the thing with working here's sometimes you're so swamped with things to do, and i never learned how to slow down and think quick as they. so i oblige and read him the first three paragraphs. and then he started asking me where the hell i went to school. so my little mind went, "warning! warning! intruder alert!"
YOU SHOULDN'T DO THAT. read to them stories they can check themselves in their newsroom, and then talk pretty with them. when high-profile stories break, i should just listen to evil and go, to hell with clients. i didn't tell the intruder anything he coulda gotten online himself or, if he's really a reporter, called his own office about and asked, but still i wonder. i'm worried that i might have leaked something that the newspaper didn't have, but then again, i didn't read to him anything that the local broadcast outfits don't already have.
there's nothing to worry about.
except that the man start breathing and huffing disgustingly.
he better not call back because i am going to find out where he lives and rent him to pieces myself. i'm so angry. he just reminded me how stupid i am.
and then everyone, from los angeles to the international bureaus now asks us how the hell we are before asking us what they need. buddy, we're chasing crazies here, some that will make your bureau famous, and that just cost me five seconds of my life; time i will never get back. what do u need. WHAT DO YOU WANT.
dammit. ¶ 3/03/2005 10:19:00 PM
the lefkow murder story is beginning to get nasty.
NOTHING significant has happened. the biggest things? with a police escort, the judge and one of her older daughters returned to their house on lakewood avenue to retrieve personal effects and then left. and then police took down the yellow crime scene tape and a couple clergy moved vigil crosses to the front steps.
the race to get this type info is starting to get dirty and nasty.
ok, i lied - there is a piece of info. you'll find what soon enough.
i should be used to this by now, but not when a supposed reporter from new york calls you and asks you to tell them what's the newest word on that story. the thing with working here's sometimes you're so swamped with things to do, and i never learned how to slow down and think quick as they. so i oblige and read him the first three paragraphs. and then he started asking me where the hell i went to school. so my little mind went, "warning! warning! intruder alert!"
YOU SHOULDN'T DO THAT. read to them stories they can check themselves in their newsroom, and then talk pretty with them. when high-profile stories break, i should just listen to evil and go, to hell with clients. i didn't tell the intruder anything he coulda gotten online himself or, if he's really a reporter, called his own office about and asked, but still i wonder. i'm worried that i might have leaked something that the newspaper didn't have, but then again, i didn't read to him anything that the local broadcast outfits don't already have.
there's nothing to worry about.
except that the man start breathing and huffing disgustingly.
he better not call back because i am going to find out where he lives and rent him to pieces myself. i'm so angry. he just reminded me how stupid i am.
and then everyone, from los angeles to the international bureaus now asks us how the hell we are before asking us what they need. buddy, we're chasing crazies here, some that will make your bureau famous, and that just cost me five seconds of my life; time i will never get back. what do u need. WHAT DO YOU WANT.
dammit. ¶ 3/03/2005 10:19:00 PM
