People & Places
Being a reporter can be described as a very people-oriented field of work. The vast amount of our time is spent talking and listening to people, whether it’s in a public meeting or a one-on-one interview. With few exceptions, most of what we write is preceded by human interaction.
The work itself is also very much a collaborative effort among coworkers, whether it’s bouncing ideas off of each other, a hot take on a national issue or just what to have for lunch, reporting is people-y work.
And sometimes, that can be a little overwhelming. I know many jobs and life roles are like this. If one more person asks you for one more thing … well, that might be where I enter the picture depending on the nature of the reaction.
When friends, family and total strangers are making you a little stabby, you might need a little alone time.
Earlier this year, I took a trip to see my parents by myself. I usually take the kids but this time, I wanted to do the visit by myself. While my parents were a little salty about not getting to see the grandkids, they understood my need to detach myself from that role for a while.
It was a different kind of experience, but not truly a trip alone. I still had to interact with my parents and take them into consideration. I was able to have different types of conversations with them and my brother; it was a great trip and I have no regrets, but it still wasn’t just me.
I recently hit my capacity for people and decided to take a little weekend trip 100 percent alone. Just me, myself and I. No one I needed to take care of, consider or even think about for a couple of days.
After some consideration and polling friends, I decided to visit Truth or Consequences for a couple of nights. There’s a place that pipes the water from the hot springs straight into large soaking tubs in the room. That meant I wouldn’t have to deal with anyone in a public soaking pools.
Check in is “touchless” so all I had to do was find my room and walk in, no making small talk with someone at the front desk. The room was perfect — comfy bed, fridge and a deep tub. Plus Direct TV with endless channel selections. I put on HGTV and watched other people create their dream homes.
When I had to call a local restaurant to order dinner, rather than doing it online, I was mildly disgruntled. The idea of speaking to a human after hours of silence was unwelcome. With nothing but a repeated busy signal, I decided to be a grown up and walk the whole block over and make an order in person. Turns out, the place closed more than a year ago, hence the busy signal.
I meandered down the deserted, dusty street and found a local burger place about to close. I ordered what I wanted, didn’t have to think about getting something for someone else or sharing what I got. I could watch whatever I wanted to as I ate. Maybe soak in the tub again. It was very much all about me.
It was also a little boring. By Saturday afternoon, I kind of felt like I’d gotten the “relaxing” out of the way and I should find something to do. Kind of. The blazing heat convinced me a mid-day nap was a better choice, followed by more HGTV. Maybe boring wasn’t so bad.
Julia M. Dendinger began working at the VCNB in 2006. She covers Valencia County government, Belen Consolidated Schools and the village of Bosque Farms. She is a member of the Society of Professional Journalists Rio Grande chapter’s board of directors.