Clockers
Most days of the week, I work until about 11pm. I work at a TV station. At the best of times, I’m very proud of my work, but working on a deadline in an unpredictable live news environment makes perfectionism a fatal flaw. An undertanding of clock economics is crucial because I know exactly when mine is up.
Every day I work, I know that judgement time will come. And I know when - "Fox 17 News at Ten" - it’s on my shirt.
And I know that in the morning I am reborn, reincarnated.
In the morning, I walk into work fresh to begin again and unaware of where my path will lead, but also carrying the karma that is the memory, the imprint, mine and everyone else’s, of the day before.
The beginning of everyday is nothing but potential. We analyze our surroundings and make commitments. I will do this, I will do that. Then things change. Things pop up and we respond to the best of our ability. As the day progesses, we are more and more committed to a path. If we’re lucky we have a few laughs. We do our best with the hand we’re dealt and prepare, steeling ourselves for the inevitable moment of truth.
Preparedness at 10pm feels good. The alternative is many sizes and shapes of panic.
It’s like life will a few key assurances thrown in.
