By Emily Luong, Mosaic Staff Writer
Today was not a good day to have a migraine.
Mornings are lit though, because Maya plays oldies. I’m usually not a morning person, and I won’t talk to anyone until I’ve had coffee, but the last two mornings have been surprisingly pleasant. Trying to fight the headache came in the form of drinking copious amounts of coffee and drinking an entire water bottle in less than an hour. It didn’t work, to say the least.
Starting on my story gave me a world of trouble, as three of my sources are out of town and unable to give interviews. Another source had an auto-send email that replied to me with “I’m not answering emails during the summer.” I could only find one source who was willing to speak with me, and the interview is scheduled for tomorrow, so what was I supposed to do all day?
After feeling incredibly unproductive, my work corner group fled the newsroom in relief when lunch was called. Sunny, Everett, Mitchell, Hector, and I headed to Com Ga An Nam, one of the busiest (and best) Vietnamese food places downtown, and had the best…fluffiest…most generous servings of rice that any of us had ever experienced. Unfortunately, food wouldn’t cure my headache either.
Back in the newsroom, I continued struggling along with the bullet points and article links that comprised the background of my stories, calling food trucks and teachers to no avail (later, I found out the teacher that had declined my call 15 times was in fact on vacation in Mexico and would be charged exorbitant amounts for a ten minute interview). Finally, I was provided with Advil and water, and the pain began to subside, and my sources began to reply. My first phone interview was conducted around 2:00 with Sam’s Chowdermobile, which was a great start, but still not enough to make me feel like I was doing anything of importance in a newsroom full of reporters working on “hard news” stories while I worked on a series of bullet points about lobster chowder.
Surprisingly, as a small group gathered around our work station, I learned that others actually felt the same way. A lot of us spent the day being rejected, not hearing back at all, or chasing down sources and information that seemed impossible to find. So, after all, there is solidarity in misery.
Okay, maybe not misery. But bonding together as we all shared our struggles in each of our stories was the experience of the day.