Reasons why I love journalists

Ok, I'll admit it. I have a thing for journalists. I don't know what it is, but something about a guy who spends his entire day researching and making phone calls to write a thousand word story about some small town government scandal that people will forget by next week just turns me on.

I love it when they find that exciting bit of information that brings their story together, and would rather spend the rest of their afternoon telling people about the story than actually writing it. And as always, I will gladly listen.

But it's not just that aspect of journalists that I love, but also the fact that journalists have a secret hidden code, or club even, where we all understand exactly why we act the way we do, why we choose to stay late at the office to write that mediocre story, because we all know our night either consists of a lonely glass of wine on the couch or another meeting we have to cover. We make jokes about grammar, throw in puns that only a reporter would know, and when all else fails, we bang our heads against the desk until our head stops hurting.

Today was one of those days where everything fell into place. I was finally realizing that in this 'real world' reporting job, I actually have the time to do proper research and call the people I need to call in a time-efficient manner. 

No stories were written today, but I got some sweet leads on a shopping complex and an insane asylum (can we say ghost hunt?) I'm sure no one reading this blog will actually care, but it's what I do every day. The real world isn't as glamourous as everyone thinks, but I'm sure it will get better. Just wait.