Bob strikes again...
Bob and I ended up on a shoot at the same location about a week ago. I was already in a crunch on my deadline, so I got to this place in plenty of time to get a good seat and talk to a couple of the key players. I revealed to the people that I was a student, and that I was there videotaping for a school project. They said I looked and acted more professional that most students that covered their events. I settled in and about 2 minutes before the scheduled event was supposed to start...in walks Bob. He promptly yells across the room at me "YOU HERE FOR KOMU?"
...If he had noticed the camera I was using...he would have already known the answer. Bob then strolls in front of me and sets his camera up right in front of the view of mine, and when I told him he was in the way, he turned around and shrugged at me. I should have socked him...however, being in a public place surrounded by public officials, I figured that wasn't the time or place. I re-adjusted and settled in for what promised to be a 2 hour long meeting.
During the first part of the meeting there were technical difficulties with a projector during which I spent surveying the room looking for ideas for future stories and comment on the one I was working on. My thoughts were, since it was a meeting, there had to be an agenda out somewhere. I noticed a stack of papers sitting on a desk so I went to look at them, and it was an agenda...to the meeting that was right before the one I was in. I picked it up, looked it over to see if there was anything I could use, and then set it back down. Bob notices what I'm doing and runs over and snatches one of the papers and said "HA, I knew there had to be one."
I told him that he had the agenda to the wrong meeting to which he replied, "Yeha, that's just what you want me to think."
Whatever.
After the projector was fixed and the video presentation finished, which Bob was fiddling with his camera...the real agenda was passed out. And they people at the meeting skipped over the students. Bob looked like a 4 year old that had just been told he couldn't have any candy.
I waited for the stack of papers to make its way around the room, and went and got the extras. There was an agenda for me...and one left. I gave it to Bob.
Never again will I help him.
First words out of his mouth,
"Well thanks sweetheart, could you be a Doll and..."
...and that's when I told him to shove it.
In retrospect, probably not the best decisions I've ever made. But in that moment when I helped a fellow student I was compromised. In Bob's mind I became "the female" who could be immediately looked down on and be asked to do anything. Perhaps if he hadn't called me sweetheart, and doll, I would have helped him with what he needed. But my goal was to maintain as much professionalism and dignity as possible, and being called "Doll" in a room full of construction workers would led to me not being taken seriously. I might add, I had a few of the men comment something along the lines of "way to go" after the meeting when I was getting their thoughts on the decision reached.
One last comment on the situation...both my and bob's time w/ the cameras ran out before the meeting was over. And since it was after hours when the professors aren't in office, there wasn't anything we could do about getting extra time. Bob and I both packed up and went back to turn our gear in...and that's when Bob went home, and I went back to the meeting with my reporter's notebook in hand.
Also last week Anne Garrels gave her master class. There were a few things she said about the industry I hadn't thought about. She said radio, like other media, was facing cutbacks and dying out, but losing the radio would hurt in a different way in losing print or tv. Radio is where a large amount of political correspondents reside. And in the future, if we were to lose political correspondents, the people would lose their watchdog, the witnesses. The people who report directly back to us would be gone, and we would simply have to trust what governments were telling us. Kind of a scary thought...
Take for example Darfur.
Their government claimed for years that there was no genocide taking place in its country, that there was no unrest. Journalists who were there captured evidence to prove otherwise.
Now, just imagine the atrocities that could go under the radar if there was nobody there to witness them...
Not a thought I'd like to entertain.