This week I wrote my column about folks quitting their jobs in dramatic fashion. In it I make the point that everyone dreams about quitting their job at some point, which prompted a friend to ask me about whether I want to quit my job.
No, not really. Though if I got a job offer to be an all expenses paid travel reporter I'd jump at the opportunity.
But generally speaking I'm happy with the career I chose and I like the people I work with.
The benefits of being a reporter include getting to meet and interview interesting people, being in the know about what's going on in the community, variety and a lack of boredom in the work place and a sense of accomplishment when you see your work in print.
Still, there are tough aspects to this job that they don't tell you about in journalism school, so here are a few:
Writing isn't fun
It may surprise some readers to learn that writing is my least favourite part of being a reporter. It's actually just one piece of the effort it takes to come up with a story and the interviewing and research is much more enjoyable. Writing means taking all the information you have a paring it down and down and down on a complicated story until you have something that fits into that day's news hole.
I like the research that goes into writing and reading the end result, but the process of it is somewhat torturous and on a tough day it makes me want to make me tear my hair out when a story just isn't coming together. At moments like that a lottery win and a margarita on a deserted beach sound heavenly.
You're at the mercy of your sources
There are times when you have a story just about wrapped up and you're missing just one piece of the puzzle or need one source to call you back, and waiting for it can be maddening. If it's a Friday afternoon in the summer the chances of an apocalypse are more likely than your sources calling you back and when your editor asks how much longer until the story is in, you can just shrug and say as soon as possible.
Sometimes you gotta do what you don't want to do
Probably the worst aspect of being a reporter, for me, is contacting the family members of victims.
The most recent example for me was a couple of weeks ago when a Clarington CN worker was hit by a train in Pickering. With that kind of breaking news story, reporters tend to work together so I had worked the phones speaking with police and media reps while another reporter went to the scene. The day after the incident, the man's name was released and it came out he was a Durham resident named Rick McColl.
An editor found the family's phone listing and asked me to give them a call. Immediately, I got a knot in the my stomach. I didn't want to do it (just like I never want to attend funerals for work) but I know it's part of the job and not something I can complain about. Still, I did feel some irrational anger at the editor asking me to do this uncomfortable thing.
Part of it is fear, not knowing what reaction I'll get from the family member and whether they'll scream at me and part of it is a deep discomfort knowing that the person I'm calling has suffered a terrible loss. Really what can I say to them?
I took a deep breath called and the phone was answered by Mr. McCall's son, who very graciously spoke to me for a few minutes and told me about his father. I wrote the information up and filed the story.
The editor later thanked me for making the call and pointed out that having the family's perspective in the story completely changed the tone. It was no longer some detached story about an unusual accident, but the story of a family's loss and a life cut tragically short.
Sometimes people ask why we write these stories, why we attend funerals as reporters, and the reason is because people want to read about them and also because when we do, it puts so much more meaning into what's happening in the news. You can read about a shooting or an accident and get the where and the when's of it, but when we understand who the victim is we can truly understand that a terrible thing happened and people in our community are devastated and the deceased's life had meaning. It's not just a random statistic. We can't be desensitized to it.
I'm not sure I explained that right, but it's what it is.
So, that's the part of my job that I hate the most and the part that I'd rather not do.