Monday was second to the last council meeting before the election in October and for the first time I received a public reprimand from the mayor.
It was a long day. I worked a 14.5-hour shift.
The meeting started earlier than usual, as politicians who wanted to be seen with at the Ralph Klein park opening, decided they’d start work 30 minutes earlier, so they could take 2.5-hour break right in the middle of the day.
The agenda was packed. Tons of notices of motion from one alderman, who’s running for mayor. The motions weren’t significant, at least to Sun readers. But I think to other news media consumers, because none of the reporters paid attention to the alderman’s motions.
When council resumed its meeting, they immediately went to in camera discussions (reads: we don’t want the media to know about them because they’re too important and potentially replete with salacious details).
The mayor told us they’d be behind closed doors no longer than 1.5 hours.
That was 2 p.m.
The next time we saw politicians again, it was already 5 p.m.
Patience is a virtue, so says Socrates. Did he really say that?
But patience sometimes is one thing reporters lack. Still we wait, and wait, and wait, until we couldn’t.
At 6 p.m. council was slated to go for another break and would resume at 7 p.m., but by law they have to stop the meeting at 9:30 p.m., although they could decide to keep going.
It’s an hour past my shift when they broke off for dinner.
I’ve written the stories, at least the skeleton of them by that time.
After dinner, I fleshed them out and wrote two items with anticipated results of council’s decision, so when they make the actual decision, I only had to do a bit of dusting and the piece goes to my editor.
The meeting resumed at 7 p.m. and it dragged.
My deadline was fast approaching and I still haven’t filed anything, it was close to 9 p.m.
When they finally made a decision on one item, which meant I could file the story, one alderman decided to challenge it with a motion arising.
And as the chamber went into a split-second silence, I screamed while inside my booth, “I’m not going to change my lead!”
The mayor basically told off the alderman and then said, “Members of the media up in the booth, we heard that.”
A colleague asked me immediately, “What did you say now?”
And a few minutes later, the mayor’s right hand man was in the booth, telling me the mayor sent him there because it’s been noisy.
OK, it wasn’t actually a reprimand, but when I’m tired and have bee working for several hours beyond your shift and my vision started to blur, I tend to go for the dramatic, that a reminder becomes a rebuke.
The mayor was right, chamber observers must remain quiet, unless they’re addressed.
But a spur of the moment reaction usually is beyond one’s control.
Perhaps my booth needs more sound proofing.
July 19, 2010