Sometimes you wake up on a Wednesday, after working 11 hours on a Tuesday, and you feel horrible. And you’re mad at the world in general and mad that you feel so terrible.
And sometimes you get a nasty voicemail from someone about a story that’s not even in your department. And you answer that voicemail with a terse explanation and end the call with “I can’t have this conversation. You need to talk to Sports.”
And sometimes you are the only reporter at work and unexpectedly get an extra assignment. And you’re covering a college that’s being ridiculous and another college that’s preparing for big changes. And you’re writing those stories for Thursday’s paper. And you get back from your assignments at 5 p.m., finish one story and still have two stories to write.
And sometimes you leave work – a day you thought would be short because of yesterday but turns out to be 8 hours anyway – after it’s started raining. And your husband is waiting on you for dinner. And you realize you still have to get gas or you won’t make it the 25 miles home.
And sometimes you check your voicemail and there’s one from your mom saying, “You should be at Contraband Days this weekend” – and you think it’s going to be a guilt trip comment because you will not, in fact, be at Contraband Days this weekend.
And then it’s not. “Audio Adrenaline is playing.”
“And if I remember right, Audio Adrenaline is ‘The Houseplant Song.’” And then your mom laughs and says to call her later.
And sometimes, sometimes, you just start grinning and laughing in your car because your mom remembered that song you and Wes would sing forever ago. And she got both the band and song right and thought to call and leave you a voicemail about it. And she didn’t know you felt so bad today or had gotten a nasty voicemail or worked overtime.
And sometimes everything is just OK again.