I’ve been working very hard on my dissertation. I know that may come as a shock, but it’s true.
According to what I wrote in my proposal and IRB application, I am trying to determine what television news reporters in small markets perceive as influences on their daily newsgathering and decision-making processes. And, just to make it extra fun, I chose a qualitative research method: in-depth interviews.
It has been challenging to find participants, then schedule and conduct the interviews — all of which have been phone interviews. Many of these have happened after dinner, before the kids go to bed.
You can sense a disaster about to happen, can’t you?
Tonight, I had two interviews in a row. Eddie was supposed to keep the boys quiet.
For whatever unfathomable reason, he decided to stage some kind of freaky dance party in our living room instead — with predictably disastrous results.
Meanwhile, just a few steps away, I was in my office, trying to conduct an interview.
I can’t imagine what that poor reporter thinks.
(And don’t worry — both boys are just fine.)
BAAAAHAHA. My stomach muscles actually hurt from laughing at this post. (Not that it takes much to strain my stomach muscles, after the holiday feasting.) This is so hilarious in so many ways–the fact that Eddie kept filming as the screams began, the muffled cries of terror and then the ominous squeak of the door in your recording, the simplicity of the phrase “my husband is clearly killing my two children”…sheer brilliance. This goes in the all-time favorite posts category.
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Brilliance, or sick evidence of our daily lives. We tell Gideon once a day not to jump on his brother. That is why there wasn’t much concern for his well-being at that moment.
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This is how my every phone conversation goes if it’s after 5:30! Thank goodness I have my office pretty much sound-proofed for all business calls before 5:30. I enjoyed your reaction – understated concern – he he. Glad both are safe and I am sure the reporter understood – unless he is childless.
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