In the newsroom, it was a puzzle. People trying to fit themselves onto our desktops and our phones. Trying to imagine themselves as us. What do they want to see? What do they want to hear? What do we want to see? What do we want to hear?
In the newsroom, it was surprising. Stories that would catch the sympathy of an ordinary person were glossed over, and even mocked. A suicide victim, treated like a commodity.
In the newsroom, it was fast. Everything was said that needed to be said, and no more.
In the newsroom, it was direct. People said what they felt. It was as if no one had the time to be coy.
In the newsroom, it wasn’t colorful. White walls and gray chairs. And those weren’t the only primarily white occupants .
In the newsroom, it was playful. At times it felt like they were all playing a big game. The playfulness kept them creative.
In the newsroom, it was urgent. Life was going on while we sat there. They are its scribes, and things needed to be written down quickly or they might be lost.
In the newsroom, it was modern. A new face on an old institution. They had the technology, and the millennial to boot! It seemed like they were still trying to figure out how to use it though…
In the newsroom, it was cautious. Reputation is everything. It brings the audience, and they were careful not to upset theirs.
In the newsroom, there were people. Just like there are on the outside.