Another day at the office

I was having lunch with two co-workers Wednesday and they made me chuckle when they both remarked with verve that they wouldn’t want my job. No way, they said, would they want to cover the crime beat.

I don’t get it. It is usually really interesting and I get to see some pretty funky things. And I get to shoot guns and stuff every now and then.

Trials are a mixture of interesting and “I’m doodling,” mostly because there are some things that happen during a court hearing or trial that are repetitive. For instance, if I’m at a plea hearing, the judge is required to give the defendant the same spiel every time about his rights. While these things are important to the defendant, I’ve heard it so many times before that I tune it out or doodle or study whoever is sitting at the defendant table. DNA day is usually mind-numbing, just because the forensic scientists are required to give long recitations about their backgrounds, which are generally not pertinent facts in the article I write. But because I have nothing better to do, I write them down, adding to the pages and pages of notes I have to go through at the end of the day.

Otherwise, court is fun. You never know what a person is going to say. Sometimes I have to stifle the urge to ask my own questions, though, when someone is on the stand.

I do miss Judge Flynn. He added an element of sarcasm that I greatly admire.

Granted, there is what I call an “ick factor” sometimes. I read things in criminal complaints that most people don’t like to acknowledge happens in real life. Luckily for me, I have a supportive husband who is always willing to let me just lean on him for a moment when I get home from a tough day.  It helps a lot.

There are some pictures in my head that pop up from time to time, surprising me at the oddest moments. Most of them come from crime scene photos or autopsy pictures that are shown in court. The ones with children are always the toughest for me.

Some cases are heartbreakingly sad, but it is impossible to avoid sad as a reporter or person.

Stupid criminal stories are my favorite. Well, according to what gets read the most on our website, they are everyone’s favorite.

Today was kind of fun, tracking down rumors of a drug bust and chatting with the drug task force guys. They’re fun guys. Well maybe not if you’re a criminal, but they are generally quite nice to me. Days like this can be a little frustrating when I’m trying to track down reliable information instead of rumor, but for the most part, I like it.

I even got to walk around outside a bit while taking pictures of the Buffalo Ridge Drug Task Force trailer at KFC, and it was such a pretty day that I wandered around snapping pics from several angles.

Then we had fun in the newsroom making jokes about getting the munchies at KFC, or having them serve pot pie.

What’s not to love about that?