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My job is great.
Everyday is a treat.
I'm on good terms with the mayor and talk to him almost everyday. He slipped me a secret story about the municipal offices running up a $70,000 hydro bill in a single month. I got the front page, for the fourth week in a row.
Today, I had my first experience with a political figure that wanted to cover-up a story. He told me not to do the story, but I told him it was in people's best interest to know what was going on. I buttered him up and convinced him people might actually see the issue from his perspective if he could at least let his perspective be known. We had an hour-long interview.
I had three other assignments today, all three involving a large, ceremonial cheque.
I'm about to interview a men's church choir about their upcoming charity act - they are called "The Valley Men".
I wrote a story about a local mustard maker, and managed to reference the Roman Empire.
Excerpt: Prepared mustard can be traced back thousands of years to early Roman times. The Romans mixed grape juice with ground mustard seed to make a sauce strong enough to sedate their taste buds and disguise the actual taste of their food. But it never occurred to the Romans - famous for the creation of Rome - that mustard could also taste good.
I had a mild argument with an OPP constable about an accurate quote that was a little too accurate... unintentionally making her look bad.
I recently jumped in my car and raced to the scene of a "purple sunflower" - the flower popped up in someone's garden without being planted. I jokingly told them they should contact the government. I don't think they knew I was joking.
Excerpt: The art of gardening is complicated; some people will try just about anything to get their garden going. Mary Quite Contrary used silver bells, cockle shells and pretty maids in a row - a bizarre technique that seemed to work for her. But one couple’s garden has grown with the help of something almost as strange - nothing at all.
Everyday is a treat.
I'm on good terms with the mayor and talk to him almost everyday. He slipped me a secret story about the municipal offices running up a $70,000 hydro bill in a single month. I got the front page, for the fourth week in a row.
Today, I had my first experience with a political figure that wanted to cover-up a story. He told me not to do the story, but I told him it was in people's best interest to know what was going on. I buttered him up and convinced him people might actually see the issue from his perspective if he could at least let his perspective be known. We had an hour-long interview.
I had three other assignments today, all three involving a large, ceremonial cheque.
I'm about to interview a men's church choir about their upcoming charity act - they are called "The Valley Men".
I wrote a story about a local mustard maker, and managed to reference the Roman Empire.
Excerpt: Prepared mustard can be traced back thousands of years to early Roman times. The Romans mixed grape juice with ground mustard seed to make a sauce strong enough to sedate their taste buds and disguise the actual taste of their food. But it never occurred to the Romans - famous for the creation of Rome - that mustard could also taste good.
I had a mild argument with an OPP constable about an accurate quote that was a little too accurate... unintentionally making her look bad.
I recently jumped in my car and raced to the scene of a "purple sunflower" - the flower popped up in someone's garden without being planted. I jokingly told them they should contact the government. I don't think they knew I was joking.
Excerpt: The art of gardening is complicated; some people will try just about anything to get their garden going. Mary Quite Contrary used silver bells, cockle shells and pretty maids in a row - a bizarre technique that seemed to work for her. But one couple’s garden has grown with the help of something almost as strange - nothing at all.