there aren’t many things more humiliating than being the hurricane reporter. your dignity gets miserably ruined forever, in front of the whole world, while you wear that ridiculous slicker and wellingtons, you fight the wind while trying to speak to the mic and your face gets slapped over and over again by your hoodie. i mean, was it really necessary to send anybody there to report the news? i can imagine the conversation that same morning in the officre:

- hey, have you met the new guy yet?
- the intern?
- yep, Mr Look At Me I’m A Professional Journalist. i think we should teach him how things really are over here.
- you know what, they told me there’s a hurricane coming tonight in Texas…