in all this hand-wringing about what the media did wrong, I find it pretty annoying that journalism organizations and journalists themselves are being blamed for not living outside of major cities.
It’s the night before my first deadline day filing for both NWT News/North and Nunavut News/North, and I’m trying not to panic. In a few hours, I have to file four more business stories and two collections of briefs. I am still desperately emailing people for interviews for the next morning and already imagining giant holes in the paper. But at this point, my brain is already fried and my handling editor, Josh, has other ideas.
It creeps in slowly. Stress about what you can and can’t afford, the “daily deals” emails you automatically delete, the tendency to never leave the house because then you won’t be at risk of accidentally spending something while wandering through a grocery store.
A lot has happened in the last few months.
In an industry that’s already trying hard to figure out how to stay relevant and profitable, a crisis of confidence is the last thing we need.
Big things have happened in the last few weeks. They surprised me too.
A few nights ago I was looking at a new Longshot Radio project when a thought popped into my head, “Whatever happened to the documentary on Longshot Magazine?”
After a little bit of Googling, I found it.
That’s when the memories started rushing back.
I understand what it’s like to be 24 and in a job that seems enviable to a lot of others but that’d you’d like to quit on a daily basis. I’m sure lots of us have had daydreams of leaving jobs we hated with a great screw-you flourish.
The truth is, there are very few people I know who genuinely love their jobs, even the ones who have their idea of a “dream job”. Even the great jobs have slog-filled moments, minor annoyances and some sort of office politics. There is no job purely made up of sunshine and rainbows. This is the mystical unicorn of employment fantasies.
How do you measure who is and who isn’t a journalist?
What about someone like me? Do I get the right to call myself a journalist?
Sure, I went to journalism school. I did three internships.Co-founded a new press club in Toronto. Live-blogged a few journalism conferences this year and have a decent Rolodex of friends in the industry. Even listed on a bunch of ‘journalist’ lists on Twitter.
But then I got a communications job.
For as long as I have been reading news on the internet, I have been reading nytimes.com. Since my family didn’t subscribe to the dead tree version, this allowed me to read huge portions of one of the best newspapers in the world.
So yesterday it was a bit of a surprise when I woke up to this one line email on Facebook.
“Did I just see you on a New York Times iPad video?”
And just like that, I was part of my favourite newspaper.