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Purpose wakes us up in the morning… the search for it. the desire to see it through. It is also what some of us wrestle with at night… fighting sleep. How can we create a more fulfilling tomorrow?

And while we may not like it, a job oftentimes plays into the answer… or aids in the journey of finding our purpose.

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Fishy Hands


I spent hours with some of the most beautiful animals I had ever seen. Word of choice: majestic.

But they “gotta eat.” (Checkers commercial nod. Yes, I’m a dork.)

So… When I arrived at work, my first priority was breaking a part a block of chum, that was nearly the size of a double sink, with my bare hands and some hot water. Working at a ‘mini Sea World’ is not as glamorous as you’d think. I smelled bad, and my hands, that were cut up from sharp scales and bones, smelled of fish, always.

So, I relied on lemons.

They were my new best friends until I became a waitress. I still have a secret hatred for condiments to this day. I cut dozens upon dozens of lemons at the beginning of each shift that often turned into a double so I’d leave covered in a bit of egg, some kind of fried meat, and beer.  The tips were great though! Especially from the business men who tried to nonchalantly slip into the gentleman’s club next door after their meal during their lunch hour. Maybe they were practicing. Lol.

A designer sunglass store also employed me for a bit. What were they thinking? I am not the best salesperson, but I did enjoy heating the sunglass frames with some crazy contraption in the back of the store so that they would actually fit a customers face nice and snug. I convinced myself it was a craft, and it was the far better alternative than rubbing fingerprints off the countless pairs of glasses on display, which was one of my main duties.

And now, I’m in TV news…something I’ve told you all about already.

Here’s what I think… regardless of what you do, focusing on the little things… the little victories.. the little bits of enjoyment as you work your butt off is your best bet.

It’s called work for a reason. It’s not supposed to be fun all of the time or even at all, but working through it is key. There is nothing better than finally landing on your couch after a long day at work and feeling that sense of pride and fulfillment.

You worked hard, it looked good, and you got paid. Now, for some sleep…. well, a little sleep. I’m always craving a little more one-on-one time with my mattress, and I fear I’m not alone.

In a Nutshell

annkeilMonday through Friday can quickly become interesting, shocking, scary, plain boring, frustrating, inspiring, pleasantly heartwarming or all of the above. The news biz is something else.

I love asking, “Can I come by… now?”

Some of you are quite busy. Some of you desperately want the p.r. Some of you graciously rearrange your schedule and round-up the troops in minutes. Some of you introduce us to your oh-so-unfriendly dog. I thought that only happened to the mailman!

If you happen to see us coming… I get it… the microphone, the microwave truck, the video camera with that little red light that tends to make people recheck their teeth for lipstick, straighten their tie a bit or just run, but, hey, we’re keeping you informed! Plus, why not spice up your day and help us out? Likely, you’re interview victim number …. and we’ve already put some serious miles on the road in one of these bad boys. I also say please most of the time!


They may look big from the outside, but eight hours in the box can make you want to throw something or yourself out of the window. Kidding, of course… You just need to laugh off the stress, the long hours, the deadlines….

Here’s a sneak peek. I took my camera with me the other day. We have several different units. In this one, I can charge two phones at once and my laptop! When I hop in, oh, the delight. Yes, I can be easy to please. The back-end is tight, and it can get hot, so I’m told. I usually have to peel myself off the passenger seat at the end of the day, and collect all of my things. I have a special way of unloading everything each day. Just call me prepared!


There are about five or six different photographers who work the day shift, and they gladly accept their fate with one of us. When I’m chatting you up, this is what I see.fox59

This is what our ‘photogs’ see. Poor Bayette  has to get low for me sometimes.


And… let’s not forget my makeup room/office/lunch table…. that I mentioned before. I don’t like to toot my own horn, but I have mastered black, waterproof, liquid eyeliner in the dusty mirror of a very bumpy, top-heavy vehicle going 55, 60. Yes, I know, genius.

So… not so glamorous but always an adventure. A desk and fluorescent lights just wouldn’t do, and neither would 9 to 5.