Before I get into this weekís topic, I think I should address something.
While I love to hear positive feedback on my work and the paper and I hope it continues to climb in quality, Iím still just a man prone as any to make mistakes. I was quite proud of last weekís column (Our lights wonít go out) but should note that the Boston Marathon bombing happened on a Monday, not a Tuesday. My sense of time was faulty as was my proofreading eye until after the fact, so for that I beg your pardon.
Now that Iíve had my humble pie, letís continue, shall we?
I saw a report in the Wall Street Journal on Monday I found intriguing. According to CareerCast.com, of 200 jobs sorted by five criteria (physical demands, work environment, income, stress and hiring outlook), a newspaper reporter was the worst.
Needless to say, thereís a degree of offense I took to hearing that. I appreciate the fine folks at CareerCast for letting me know the job I paid for with four years of my life and tens of thousands of dollars is somehow worse off than oil rig workers, lumberjacks and our brave men and women in the military.
To be fair and less sarcastic, I get where theyíre coming from. It wasnít easy to find a full-time job in the field; I spent two years after college looking for one before I shipped myself out to Torrington and eventually here in Wheatland. God really came through for me.
There will come a day where Iíll end up moving on from this position. I feel Iíve gained valuable skills in writing, editing, photography, videography, design among other abilities. I like to think working for a smaller paper was something of a trial by fire as a vast majority of editorial decisions and content are mine, excluding my freelance workers Tony Montoya and Pat Mitchell, both of whom do great work and are only two of several people who contribute to the paper regularly.
With the skills Iíve developed and the increased, demanded pace at which I work, even if I donít stay in news for my remaining working life, my experience here is certainly not without its use.
So is all the stress, lost hair, time spent, money spent and head and heartache worth it?
Well, yes. Yes it is. No job is without its merit, reward and developed skills, including my own.