The things I do for this job.
So, I’m in La Quinta covering a candidate forum hosted by KESQ’s Tamara Damante and I have just about an hour to write a 20 inch story before a 9 o’clock deadline. Tight, but not impossible. Earlier this year Gannett properties across the U.S. went mobile with a fleet of iPhones and laptops. To clarify, I’ve always carried a laptop with an aircard. This is different. The iPhone is supposed to act as a hotspot to power our devices – laptops, iPads, etc. And the new equipment means we can now link into the system. I’m not just emailing a story in, I’m working off my office computer, out of the office.But Sprint’s hotspot doesn’t always recognize my phone, even when it’s sitting on top of my laptop. I’ve gotten stuck here before with an editor yelling for copy and no Internet access. Tapping out a three-paragraph story on an iPhone sucks, even if you are an Apple fan. So, I’ve taken to driving to the nearest Starbucks, which Thursday was in Palm Desert.
Starbucks’ free Internet is usually a lifesaver. Usually. But not this week. Five minutes before my deadline the counter chick tells me the coffee shop is closing. No problem, I think. I’ll just move my happy ass outside and type out the last bit of my story on the patio. Except that the patio chairs are stacked and locked with a bicycle chain. Shit.
This might be a good time to tell you that I have a Jeep Wrangler. It’s missing the top. Long story. Let’s just say I looked pretty fucking stupid trying to type in the dark because even though I parked under a street lamp, it kept shutting off intermittently. Oh, and the fucking stick shift? That’s a whole other story.
Being mobile sometimes really sucks.