I love being a journalist.
But sometimes its hard.
Like when you have to work more than 40 hours for 40 hours worth of pay.
Like when your company sends out a form letter saying they may, possibly, probably, most likely, we will see MAKE everyone take a 3 percent pay cut.
So not only are the raises they promised would come back in October, not coming back.
Now they are taking more money.
I just went from Kraft macaroni and cheese to Best Choice.
In my time of need I turn to my old friend….angryjournalist.com
She reminds me that I am not only one in this sinking ship.
Here are a couple of her words of wisdom for today.
Angry Journalist #9038: I’m angry that the journalism grads think papers are hiring them because they’re good. News flash: They’re hiring you because you’re cheap. Why pay $20+ an hour for great, experienced reporters when you can get “good enough” for $9 or $10? Oh, and that laid-off old dude you replaced? There’s your future in journalism right there. Think I’m being cynical? Check back in two years.
Angry Journalist #9040: Do you remember the first time your byline appeared in the paper? The first time it made the front page? The first time you flashed your press credentials and they showed you through the door? I do. It was a thrill. It still is. It is within each of us to be a force of positivity or a force of negativity in this world. That’s what Walter Cronkite did for us. Even in times of emergency and disaster, he framed it in a manner appropriate to the situation. He let us know about the good amongst the bad. That events exist in a tapestry amongst the whole. Some of us have very real and immediate problems. Execution by Taliban extremists. Getting shot at by Iraqi militants. Tried and forced into labor camps by the North Korean government. People truly sacrifice for this noble profession. For most of us? It is a privilege to find ourselves in such august company, even if only for a little while.
Angry Journalist #9033: Two weeks and a billion articles for Michael Jackson, including a special section. Yet we could barely muster three pages for someone who really matters in the history of this country – Walter Cronkite.
Angry Journalist #9032: I’m so angry I can’t even type. I write stories for the paper for two sections, do page layout for three sections by myself, post to the web every fricking second, write for our magazine and am expected to do everything in a 40 hour workday (no overtime allowed) Oh…and they cut our pay.
I too am an angry journalist.