Overnight Producer: “We have a caller who is convinced he IS Charlie Sheen. We are on call number 11, and I’ve been here an hour. Is it a full moon?!?”
Morning anchor: “I want to be Charlie Sheen when I grow up.”
Associate Editor: “I need $2 from petty cash so I can buy a 40 of malt liquor from that store the city’s purchasing. It’s research.”
Account person, handing over the money: “Well, you are the editor.”
Editor, the day after an election: “Before I commend you all on a job well done, were there any fuck-ups that I’m not aware of?”
Reporter, after dealing with an upset parent: “And then she asked me if there was a manager she could speak with… do we look like a grocery store?”
Copy editor: “Do restraining orders extend to Twitter?”
Copy Editor: “Here’s a story slugged ‘Drunken Driving Nun.’ But it’s just a nun who was hit by a drunk driver. Booorrring.”
Reporter 1: “I’m going to an interview. Can you guys try to not burn the office down.”
Reporter 2: “You don’t want us to burn the place down?”
Reporter 1: “Yeah.”
Reporter 2: “Are you sure?”
Reporter 1: [Silent, contemplating.]
Reporter: “I’m seriously considering jumping off the top of the building.”
Student Journo: “Oh don’t do that! You’d become a story and that’s not good ethics.”
Metro reporter on phone with source apprehensive about being directly quoted: “Oh, don’t worry. We make everyone sound smart — not that you’re not.”
Reporter: “Do I have a photographer that I can take with me?”
Photographer: “So we’re purses now?”
(from www.overheardinthenewsroom.com)
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