Tales from the News Desk

I work the Assignment Desk in a newsroom.
Explanation: I'm newsroom dispatch.
All thoughts are my own.

So what do you do for a living?

I hate that question. If I go into a long explanation about what I do, the questioner becomes obviously confused. The expression gets the blank “why are you being so detailed?” expression.

There’s a YouTube clip out there where someone tries to explain the Desk and the news outsider keeps accusing them of being an intern. (I tried to find a link to it, but it has disappeared into the depths of the interwebs. I’ll update with the link if I manage to track it down.) That’s what I feel like when I give a more detailed explanation than “Newsroom Dispatch.”

When people ask, incredulously, WHY I work the Assignment Desk, I always answer “I hate myself.” Within the news business, the “hate myself” answer gets a smile, a nod, maybe a chuckle and wink.

Everyone else looks at me like I might have a mental deficiency.  (Debatable, I was dropped on my head as a child)

For those outside the business, I need to give a brief (painfully so. I might get yelled at for dumbing these down) rundown of what the typical jobs in a newsroom are responsible for.

Let’s start with the obvious people, the ones you see in every newscast, and then move on to the ones that are less obvious.

The anchors are the face of the newscast. They stay in the newsroom, on the set, and help keep a common thread from one story to the next.

Reporters are the faces in the field. They’re the ones walking the street, talking to people and seeing “the scene of the crime” so they can better describe it to viewers. They write their own stories.

Meteorologists tell us the weather forecast. (Hey, I’m going through them all… don’t hurt me)

Photographers are the ones carrying the cameras. They’re the one getting everything on film. They are also usually in charge of editing the story they shoot their reporter writes. Some reporters shoot and edit their own stories.

The Sports department is usually a little separated from the news department. Most sports anchors also serve as sports reporters, sports photographers, sports editors, and sports producers.

Now to those of us trapped in the newsroom:

Editors put together all those pieces that don’t have reporters in them. All that video the anchors read over before they toss to another reporter. If we’re doing an update on an older story, they sometimes have to dig through archives to track down footage to go with it.

Producers write everything in the newscast that the anchors say. Reporters are in charge of, what, 2 to 3 stories in a newscast? The producers write the rest of the show.

Directors: these are the guys in charge of the technical aspect of the newscast. The pretty graphic that comes swooshing in when the reporter talks about the subject? The way the screen automatically shifts from video of a water-skiing squirrel to a man talking excitedly about never seeing anything like that before with the man interrupting the anchor? The timing of that comes down to the director making sure he cues everyone else on the production side at the correct time.

Speaking of production…

There are numerous aspects to the production side of a newscast. The person that controls the teleprompter, making graphics, switching from one piece of video to the next. Listing all of them would be exhausting. Like all ‘behind the scenes’ jobs, these people are often overlooked when it comes to a good newscast. We’re a team, without them the anchors and reporters would look ridiculous on air.

Engineering is a catchall term that changes from newsroom to newsroom. They can do anything from fixing broken equipment, running live trucks, juggling any and all live signals being sent from the field to the newsroom. Too many details to count.

There are also various managers. We are a business after all.

After all of this, there is the Assignment Desk/Editors. We don’t leave the newsroom. Ever. (There is one exception to this, but it is rare and I’ve only run across it twice. Desk people usually aren’t trained to run a camera in the helicopter. That’s a whole different post…)

Looking at all of the things that have already been named, what could possibly be left?

“Newsroom Dispatch,” as I like to call it, refers to listening to all the police, fire, medical, and sundry scanner traffic for potential breaking news. If something happens, we dispatch a news crew to the scene just like the emergency dispatchers we’re listening to are. With technology, we’re constantly monitoring twitter, Facebook, email, websites of competing stations, as well as the usual answering phone calls, making phone calls, and trying to yell at producers over the racket being made by the scanners.

We supposedly know where all crews are at all times and have some knowledge of every story being covered.

If things are needed from other stations, from CNN, Satellite time needs to be booked, it’s up to the desk to coordinate it.

On a good day in a good newsroom, the Assignment Desk is the nerve center. On a bad day, we’re the stop gap and try to keep things from spinning out of control.

Doesn’t always work.

Oh, I’m also an expert at running the fax machine (they do still exist) and unjamming the copier. Especially unjamming the copier. Some days I feel like I spend more time doing that than answering phones.

Introvert in the Newsroom

I should have gone into acting.

My father once declared that I had a similar personality to my cousin. This led me to a logical and disturbing question: What kind of image am I projecting?

My cousin was your classic A-type personality. He was a member of the Special Forces, he hiked, hunted & fished with his two young daughters, and was once caught by a C.O. field dressing a turkey he shot on base in the bathroom.

I’m a painfully shy B-type personality that uses sarcasm as a defense mechanism. Most news people, when confronted with the fight or flight response, become the incredible Hulk and proceed to smash everything around them. Me? I stand stock still and throw self-deprecating insults at the perceived threat.

I like books. While I won’t shy from doing unexpected and “extroverted” activities, I prefer to either do them with a couple people I know well or alone. I enjoy meeting new people, but it takes time to allow them into my inner circle.

My phone? I have a smart phone. I’ll exchange text messages, check email, but I hate answering phone calls. Always have. I’m one of those rare creatures that never uses up all her cell phone minutes.

Did I mention that my job requires I answer the phone?

The two things I do most in my job: answer phones and make phone calls (and check email, but I can do that while I’m on the phone).

And listen to police scanners….

And…. Well, you get the idea.

Human interaction is not on my “favorite things” list. I like to joke with people that the reason I work the desk is because I hate myself. Defensive sarcasm at its best.

 

Professional Sports & Local News

Baseball, Golf, Football, Hockey, NASCAR… think of a sport and it’s probably caused a local or national newscast to be delayed.  I’m suspicious of all live broadcasts (eyes the upcoming Emmy award broadcast warily) that end right before the news.

I’ve spent many a golf Sunday alternately hoping the game will run long and hoping it ends on time.

Depending on the day and time of the game, we know ahead of time that we won’t have to produce a newscast. Some days we’ll get a newscast together for the evening shows (any show between 5-8) and the entire thing will be cancelled because of a late game. Typically, if it is a night game like tonight’s Panthers/Giants game, the newscast will shift and start whenever the game goes off air.

I’ve also spent many a night waiting for a game to end/stop going into OT, sometimes it never seems to end.

A couple weekends ago, the NASCAR race was delayed to the point that it didn’t end until about 1:30 or 2 a.m.

Some local stations chose to cancel that late newscast because of the time, others waited out the end of the race. I can guarantee there were some tired & cranky producers and anchors the next day after waiting 3 hours to go on air.

There are also the nights when there is a big game on, but it’s not on your station. The professional leagues have licenses on the games that make it so that a news station can’t air video of the current game if it is still going on. Most of the college associations have something similar.

From my time in Green Bay (Go PACK!), I know that the NFL is particularly strict about their regulations. If a station airs game video during a game, airs more than X-number of minutes of game video within 24 hours, posts more than X-number of minutes of game video to the website, the station will get fined. They have people that will check every station’s website or watch the newscasts and count to find out if anyone is breaking the copyright.

In GB, where football practically runs the economy, we had to keep track of any game video we used in any story, whether it be about fans, parking, the game itself, or UFO’s landing and greeting the statue of Lombardi. It was a little too easy to go over the limit up there between news stories and sports, and the NFL didn’t always warn a station before sending a bill.

I’m sure there’s a graceful way to end this post, but instead of trying to find it I’ll end here.

Not Dead!

This Tumblr is not dead, I just got lazy. I’ll start doing updates again shortly.

Vacation

Vacation is always strange for me.

We all need a recharge and a chance to just, well, not be working, but there’s always that little fear that things may go a littletoosmoothly while you’re gone. That nasty little thought that hopes something goes wrong so that people will appreciate you when you come back.

….

or maybe I’m just a bad person.

The thrill and horror of “good” weather video

Watching the video out of Dallas, the one where the semis are being picked up and tossed around by a tornado, makes me cringe for multiple reasons.

The most immediate reaction is the shock of the video. The realization of just how powerful the storm was for wind to pick up a truck, even an empty one, and toss it around like an angry toddler does their toys.

The news woman in me, the one that has friends chasing the storm (and unfortunately the damage) is impressed by the video. It’s good video. It’s going to get played on outlets across the country because of how good it is.

The human part? Revolted. There’s nothing like wanting to crawl out of your own skin and take residence in a sewer because it must surely be a cleaner and more honorable place to reside.

I’ve been involved in a number of storm chasing and tornadic events, especially when I lived in Oklahoma.

We had our helicopter up, flying a good distance east of the storms to stay safe, but still looking for any sign of funnels or tornadoes snaking their way across the countryside.

We got what could be called lucky. Our photographer spotted a thin tornado that was twisting it’s away rather quickly across some open fields. It jumped up and down a couple times, but was not large or as impressive as those massive, devastating storms that normally get played over and over again on TV.

Then it crossed the interstate.

This was not a heavily traveled part of the state. A number of cars and truckers had chosen to take shelter and stop at local gas stations and truck stops when the tornado warnings were issued.

One trucker had decided to pull over to the side of the road and wait until the worst of the storm had passed.

Our little tornado popped back to the ground, crossed the interstate, and slammed straight into the trailer. The entire vehicle was whipped into the air, the trailer ripped apart, and the cab was spun around and slammed back into the ground.

I was back in the weather center, helping coordinate reports of damage and where the storms were between our crews that were chasing the storms and our crews that were following in their wake and chasing the damage.

Most of the meteorologists were either on air or staring intently at the information pouring out of the weather service and comparing it to what our radar was telling us about the storms. One of them was assigned to working with the helicopter and making sure that they stayed safely out of the storm. Because of that, both he and I were watching as the cab slammed back to earth.

The tornado continued another half a mile and then disappeared back into the clouds.

My meteorologist had a radio in his hand to talk directly to our pilot and photographer. It crackled to life, the photographer asking if we saw that. Did we get the video? Did the newsroom know what we had?

“That was awesome video,” someone said. It could have been me. I don’t really remember. We all agreed that it was good video and we made sure the newsroom knew about it so we could get it turned around to put it back on air.

That’s when the more human sentiments kicked in and started to revolt.

There was no one else on the interstate. Did the police know what had happened? Was our driver still alive? Was there an ambulance on the way?

Our helicopter was forced to move on to another part of the storm, but he started asking over the radio if we knew if the driver was okay.

Honestly, I don’t know who remembered to worry about the driver first. I’d like to think it was me, or that we all came to our senses at the same time, but I know that is unlikely.

It’s not something I like to think about.

I called the sheriff department and the state troopers to make sure they knew about the accident and the driver… then waited. About 10, 15 minutes later I called back and pleaded to know if the driver was okay. Medical personnel don’t like to give out too much detail when it comes to accidents because of HIPPA laws, but they took pity on me that day. Our driver got tossed around in the cab and had a broken arm, but he was alive.

The photographer in the helicopter had been asking if we had any updates every few minutes, so I was more than pleased to be able to pass along (relatively) good news. I’ve been in a helicopter before, recording video, while someone died below me. Everyone that has ever held a news camera at some point rolls on someone’s last moments and it’s something you never get over. I was glad this was not one of those moments.

I was happier that I hadn’t called someone’s death “good video.”

Body Language

“You’re standing.”

My job requires phone calls, emails, computer work, screaming across the newsroom at producers. Most of that can be done from the almost-comfort of a not-quite-broken chair.

When I’m caught standing up, playing with a scanner or staring intently at one of them as if I can somehow will the dispatcher or first responder to speak, people get excited.

It’s a visual clue to the newsroom that we might have breaking news. It makes people nervous as they wait for me to randomly yell some kind of gibberish that makes no sense even in context.

They know there is breaking news, but when my Breaking News Tourrette’s sets in it’s best to ask someone else what I’m bellowing about…

Update: Welcome to work…

The Good News: My station will not need to hire a new team of assignment editors.

The Bad news: None of our tickets won Mega Millions.

Sick Day Etiquette

Sick days are easier to take in some businesses than others. News is not one of the easy ones.

It’s a little easier for the on-air talent, the anchors, reporters, etc., to admit they are sick and call in. When you sound like you’ve swallowed a nest of angry bees or gargled acid, it’s easy to call in sick.

A sick call is harder to make for those of us that aren’t on air. In the past, I have come in to work sounding like James Earl Jones if he was chewing on rocks. This may sound like a bad thing since I could be getting people around me sick, but it isn’t easy to replace people on the desk. If one of us calls in sick, it sometimes means that a photographer or very resentful Producer has to cover the desk. This isn’t the case where I am now, but I’ve seen it in other places.

Every year we get the speech: If you’re sick, stay home. There’s no reason to spread the germs. What we really hear is: If you’re sick, hide it well. If you call in we have to find someone else to work your shift and ruin their day.

No one likes to be a Ruiner of Days…

I have actually been sent home from work by my manager before. Despite knowing it was the right thing to do, I couldn’t help but feel somewhat ashamed, like my weakness at getting sick had caused me to fail.

In my first news job, I was the only desk person that would be in town during Thanksgiving. Murphy’s Law is very strict in my life, so of course I came down with a sinus infection, strep, and probably something from a Congolese jungle all at the same time. My throat was raw and swollen to the point that I was on a liquid diet and I sounded like I had been smoking for the last 70 years… but I couldn’t call in sick because there was no one to work in my place. (The news is still on during the holidays, but we tend to have a skeleton crew in place.)

Another time I got thrown up into the helicopter to cover a brush fire. These were red cedars that were burning. If you have never smelled Red Cedars burning, be thankful. Those things go up like match sticks. They’re slow to catch, but once they reach the branches the whole tree goes up in one big “whoosh” ball of fire.

The smell is especially… wonderful. I was already suffering from some kind of stomach bug, and being put into the helicopter didn’t help. A brush fire is only really dangerous when the winds are high, and when the winds are blowing it makes a helicopter ride really, really bumpy. After that particular ride I was never quite as reliable in the helicopter and occasionally told the pilot to take me back to the station so I could find a replacement.

I’m trying to avoid saying it, but yes, I got sick in the helicopter. Even flying on a passenger jet makes me queasy after that experience.

Lovely thought to end this update on.

Assignment Editors are like wizards…

By that I mean we are prone to anger. One thing that is guaranteed to turn my mood sour is to use my (I’m possessive) crews in the early evening newscasts when they should be working new stories for the 11pm newscast.

Strangely, this isn’t something you can always count on from me. My anger over this seems to come and go at random. Once sparked, it’s like a wildfire being fed by the Santa Ana winds.

Dispatchers or contact’s not confirming details that I know are true because my crew is watching a thing happen or I’m hearing their officers describe it on scanners? I become the Mt. Vesuvius of expletives. They aren’t even particularly imaginative ones, but you still wouldn’t want to have any children around me when I’m on a rant.

Crew taking just a *little* too long to get out the door to work on a story? This one is a tiny rage that involves much standing and staring at the reporter at their desk, maybe calling their cell phone asking what their ETA is to the scene. (Yeah, I have a Bachelor’s Degree in passive-aggressiveness.)

I fail to hear a breaking news event on scanners? Intense self-loathing and a sleepless night until I get back to work for a new day’s attempt at not screwing up.

Hey- my anger is equal opportunity.