I'll tell you what happened on Wednesday night, feel free to fill in your own theme song.
My shift was over, but I had gotten a call from Scott Mackie who was working out of my now semi-regular news van, good old Unit #19.
Scott was having an audio issue, but was working one man with a reporter and needed a quick fix to get through a crash edit session. We've all been there.
My Vulcan Jedi troubleshooting skills were being clouded by the evil Sith Aurora training that I had been assigned to that day, but I managed to help Scott with a work around.
By the way, guys I work with have joked that they have my cell phone number on speed dial. I'm usually good for a quick answer to a lot of the mid-range tech and computer questions that randomly pop up. Actually, come to think of it, I don't think they were joking. Hey, I bet it would be cool (not Diddy cool, but cool for me) to get the Mighty Mouse theme for my ring tone.
"Here I come to save the day!"
That was playing in my head as I walked up to the news van.
Scott and Reporter Mary Beth McDade were set up for their liveshot at a location that was very near my route home. It seemed like they were going to get through the night and the maintenance engineers would fix whatever was wrong first thing in the morning. Yup. Much better to leave it for the professionals.
Hmm, but you know, part of the reason I'm well suited for a job in news is my unnaturally strong sense of curiosity (we like to call it being nosey). So, even though I was partially motivated by my own curiosity, you never know, every now and then I've actually been able to fix things.
We joked about me coming in to save the day and also where'd I park my white horse?
The work around was working, but it felt to me like it would throw off the rythm of the edit session. I did a quick (maybe five second) scan of the truck and found the problem. Come on, this van was my partner in news.
It was a button.
In defense of Scott's abilities, it was a hidden button that switched power on and off to a hidden piece of equipment that doesn't exist in all the news vans in our fleet.
I keep hoping the karma points I rack up might buy me an inside line on a good set of lottery numbers.
When Polly's in trouble I am not slow, it's hip, hip, hip and away I go.
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