Don't shoot the messenger: Part II

Tonight I had to work for someone. Weeknights are busy, as this is when a majority of TV news is shot over the airwaves or through the fiber optics and into your TV. One of the reporters, who I genereally like, asked me if I could pull some videos off a server and burn them to DVD since the station doesn't keep any airchecks of liveshots. It appears Emmy nominations are due soon. I searched about and eventually ended up having to call the Boss and ask him if this was possible. Turns out it's not (complicated thing having to do with the way things are encoded... I'll spare you the boring details). Reporter looks at me. "Are you sure?" she asks. "Yes." Proceeded to tell her what the Boss had told me. She continues to look skeptical. "Look, I'm not just fucking with you. I'm not mean like that. There's no way I can do this. There's no way Boss can do this. Apparently video needs to be ordered from an outside source."

She continues to look at me skeptically. Asks if I mind if she emails my supervisor to ask him herself. I tell her that I have no problem with this (since she's just going to hear the same answer).

This is one thing I do not like about TV news. Reporter gave me the impression that she thought I was deliberately standing in her way of Emmy (or whatever award) glory. I'm not. I would've loved to have been able to help her. Now I just ant to help her deal with her paranoia issues.

I don't dislike people unless they give me a reason to. I'm not here to stand in anyone's way because that's probably not going to be so productive for me in the end. Catch more flies with honey then with vinegar, right?


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