Have y'all been reading CBS-5's Eye on Blogs all day? Because I've been writing it all day!
I'm hoping to settle into some kind of normalcy in posting on all of my various hangouts, like here and the Gate and the Appeal and VidSF, but truth be told, I'm still figuring out where the pens are. I spent forever this morning too embarrassed to ask someone to borrow a pen, so I went on a fruitless mission to find one.
In a television newsroom.
It really shouldn't have been this hard. Pens are everywhere, I've since discovered.
So are Emmys. They're on display in the lobby and thus far, I've been caught staring twice.
It's weird going from a suburban office of 3 chicks, where I've been for the past 6 years right up until Friday, to this huge box of a building in the heart of San Francisco with a hundred people and break room. A real breakroom! Like on The Office! With free coffee! And vending machines with popsicles!
I can also report there's automatic soap in the bathroom and everyone arrives and leaves at weird times because people work something called a "shift."
This might be old, boring news to you movers and shakers, but I'm wide-eyed in a TV station newsroom, shocked I don't have to take my own garbage to a dumpster.
I sat in on an editorial meeting this morning, offering nothing but nervous smiles, I chatted about story ideas with my desk neighbor, Joe who's been sent off to cover exciting stories and I stared at my official email address that actually says CBS in it for way longer than professionally appropriate.
So there you have it, since I know my mom cares more than anyone. My first day...