Spark

I’ve been working at 7&4 for a little over a month now, and starting next week I won’t be the newest employee. A new anchor joins Marc at the desk for the evening shows really soon; her promos are already flooding the airwaves.

My boss decided he wants the weekend anchor and myself to get as much experience at the desk in the days leading up to the new girl. So a few days last week and then every night this week I have the privilege of bringing Northern Michigan its news. 

So far it’s been a great experience. I haven’t had any major mess-ups (*knocks on wood*)  and the little feedback I’ve gotten has been pretty good. I’m recording the shows, watching them again and again, analyzing how I look, sound, come across, etc. I think that’s necessary for growth. A week isn’t a terribly long time, but it’s definitely a start, a spark that will lead to a much larger fire. I want each show to be better, but even if it isn’t, I want to learn from it. 

It’s been really nice to have family in the viewing area tuning in. It’s special. It makes me happy when people who know me and my aspirations get to see me living out those dreams. So if you have some spare time and want to see my on-air work, let me know what you think. I’d love some more honest feedback about what I do well, but also what I need to work on. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=beTjWpkdo_A)

Thanks for your help along my journey!

So I’m fanning the flames to climb so high ‘Cause there’s no other way we can stay alive When it’s all said and done, we’ll shine like the sun So don’t let the fire die and we’ll watch the sky As it fills with light and though the embers are new Whatever you do, just don’t let the fire die.

–Owl City

 

 

Not a Dream

Thursday was a crazy day. At the start it didn’t seem that way. Then one thing went wrong and it spiraled downward from there. The good news is that I learned some valuable lessons regarding my job. A) always check mic levels. Especially during emotional interviews for one of the town’s main stories. B) wear clothes with pockets. When you’re carrying your own gear, you need your hands free. C) moving one thing that’s attached to another can have serious consequences. Disconnecting may not be a bad option if it keeps your tripod and camera from crashing to the ground. D) stick to the script. E) don’t wear heels while carrying 60 pounds of gear. Even if it is just from the car to the building. You almost broke your leg. F) you can desire perfection, but accept an honest effort. Don’t be so hard on yourself. Next time will be better. G) by definition, you get a new start every day in the news business.

Things are looking up, oh finally… I’ve always wanted this and it’s not a dream anymore; it’s worth fighting for. 

-Paramore 

World Away

I still want to be a reporter.

I’ve finished my first full week of running around, getting interviews, shooting footage, editing stories down to the last minute, primping for on-set interaction… and I still enjoy it. Hallelujah I must be doing something right. That degree won’t go wasted. 

It’s hard to believe that this time last year I was wrapping up my seventh year working in the factory, getting ready to head to Lansing to start my journey in the TV business. 11 months later, here I am in Traverse City, producing a half hour show and reporting for the evening news. 

I’ve heard it from others–my mom, sisters, etc.–but really, I need to tell myself: Jamie, I’m proud of you. I look back at this journey and think wow, you’re really on your way now. I’ve gone from steel-toed boots and a hairnet to a job that pays me to get not only my hair done, but also my nails–a luxury never allowed in the factory.

I learned a lot in my time with Roskam. Sure, I know the percentage of marshmallows in your Lucky Charms, how much breakage/crumbs are allowed in that bag of Chex Mix, and how to handle a tape gun, but I’m talking about my work ethic. 

I started working there the summer in between my junior and senior years in high school. So while classmates were out at the beach and going on fun trips, I was working, setting money aside. I paid my way through college by working hard all the way through. In my time in the factory, I did practically every job other than drive a hilo–from sweeping, making boxes, and packing granola bars, to quality control, machine operating, and coordinating when and where employees would work. Just before I accepted my producing job in Lansing, one of my bosses came to offer me a job managing employee training, where I’d actually be taught all the latest food safety laws and help conduct classes and administer tests to all the employees at each of the company’s facilities. Needless to say, that would have been a pay raise. Beside the money, the offer still was tempting. It was a job that I could have done well.

But I declined. I knew there was a different road for me to go down. One that I had dreamed of since middle school. I needed to give that a chance. So I said goodbye to my friends and factory family. No more pitas, waffles, or french bread. No Crunchy Nut or Duncan Hines frosting. I turned in my timecard and threw away my steel toes. 

Off to Lansing. Less money, but a chance at cashing in on a dream. 

I was thrown into the fast-paced world of news. A couple days of training and I was on my own. There were definitely days where I screwed up, got behind, missed details that were needed. But I learned from those days and developed new ways of staying on track. If there’s one thing I learned from the factory, it’s this: find the most efficient way to do something, and get it done. So I did. I learned a lot from the people I worked with: how to write, how to handle breaking news, and how to put on a good show. 

I’m happy to take my experiences along with me on this new adventure. Passing on my information to my replacement showed me just how much I’ve grown in the past year. The amount of training I needed coming to a new station also showed me where I stand. I know what I’m doing when it comes to producing, I just have to adjust to different equipment.  

One of my college graduation presents was a decorative sign that says:

Inspire

You really can change the world… if you just let the world see you.

It’s hanging in my kitchen. I see it every day. Who I am… Where I am… I really can change the world.  That quote is true for everyone, but I find it more poignant at a time where I’m invited into people’s homes at night to tell their stories. The world can see me. Tune in to 7&4 News at 11. I’ll be there. 

So what can I do with that? I want to make the most of this opportunity. I want to cover stories that matter. I want to meet great people and share their lives with others. It’s not about being seen. It’s not a popularity contest. It’s about having an impact. Changing the world, one minute-and-a-half segment at a time. I want to inspire goodness in people. I want to share the light of Christ with people. I want to give hope in a seemingly hopeless world. 

I’m honored to be here. I’m thankful for where I’ve been. I’m looking forward to where God leads me on this great adventure. Thanks for tagging along. 

We’re a world away from where we started. No more looking behind. We can make it if we just hold on. Keep the faith ’cause love’s on our side. We’re a world away but we’re not there yet. There’s a whole lot of road up ahead. I want to ride every single mile with you. We’re a world away, no more yesterdays, we’re a world away.
–Avalon

Two Year Tribute

Red-oh, two-oh, uno, out-oh

Standing under that sunflower you helped to grow.

Trips in the truck, wind in my hair

A joke and a wink, the perfect pair.

Pushing that wheelchair, taking in the sun

Big toothy smile broadcasting your fun.

These are my memories I cherish of you.

Packed my bag to stay by your side

Had no idea it’d be the night you died.

These are my last memories of you.

Quoting scripture with faith so strong,

Praising Jesus at the end, song after song.

This is how I aspire to be like you.

Cold. Tears. Ringing phone.

Standing in the hallway, so alone.

Sitting at her bedside, looking so frail.

The stab through my heart, with every wail.

Joining together for one last hymn

These memories of you will never dim.

I’m honored to have these memories of you.