Some things never change

A reporter is a reporter is a reporter. Today I think I had four or five mini-interviews. About a half hour each, right? 

Each one was so unique. That's the gift of being a journalist. I encounter anything and everything. 

For three of my interviews this week, I had to go back to the same office. Because a bunch of organizations are crammed into one room. I encountered the older student trying to spread her wings and get her feet off the UNH campus. I encountered the girl with pretty yellow-brown eyes that I embarrassingly got a little lost in. I encountered the shoeless president of the sustainability club. 

Pretty much felt like this all day. 

Then the world of Facebook complicates everything, right? It makes dating more awkward, it means you are frenemies for life no matter what you do, and for some reason, no one gets tired of cat memes. 

Well, Facebook complicates journalism, too. Because I sent an email to this organization, and then I got a friend request from some guy and then the guy messaged me on Facebook and told me about all these events I should cover because I write for the newspaper and because sustainability and no shoes and beards and mountains!

So anyways, I go to the local coffee shop to meet with him at three. I look at his Facebook photos because I think that's a good idea when you've never met someone. Then this kid in a green shirt with a tractor on it comes and forces himself into the table next to mine with his laptop. But he looks nothing like any pictures I've seen. He clearly looks intent on whatever he is doing. 

Okay, maybe not that intense. Ahem.

And then I had a sidekick with me (a person, not a mobile device of sorts) who suggested we leave and we talked rather not-quietly about leaving because my interviewee didn't show up. So we walk out into the hot sun and cross the busy road when I get a Facebook message. 

"I'm outside whenever you stroll by!" (This is not a direct quote.)

I almost keep walking, but my moral is just too high for slacker syndrome. So I turn around and green-shirt-tractor kid is walking towards me! My roommate verbalizes the twitter handle for all things awkwardness, and I can barely contain my laughter. 

And the rest of the interview is good, so really, some things never change in journalism, it's just the way we approach them.