I roamed the halls of the news station every day as part of my job. Cathy, the manager, hired me to do odd jobs around the place. That mostly meant keeping the computers running and the printers full of ink, so I had time to absorb the atmosphere around the news room.
There was a lot of work that went into a 30-minute broadcast at the end of the night. However, the highlight of every broadcast was definitely Sindee, the Weather Girl.
Sindee would tease and tantalize her way through every broadcast. My friends at school would often tell me that her reports would give them hard-ons, especially when she talked about "warm fronts" and "high pressure systems." And whenever she mentioned "jet streams," cocks would be pulled on. It was more information than I needed from my friends, but it emphasized her impact on the station.
However, Sindee was only good in the studio, with the TelePrompter at her beck and call. She simply wasn't good at much else except reading the weather. That is, unless you asked the veteran reporter, Jess. He would pull me aside every so often and say "Every weather girl got their job because they're really good on the desk." I admit to being a little naive at the time and I didn't understand what he meant until one late evening.
I was walking the halls late at night when I saw Sindee walking out of the manager's office. She looked a little disheveled and when I asked what was wrong, she simply said "I have to get ready to do my report" and turned away.
