As much as I disliked certain things about the newspaper industry, I did come across and continue to maintain friendships with some amazing people.
I accepted a job at a small daily in the city where I grew up; where I knew I’d have the chance to learn so many new things and work through those initial rookie journalist days.
It seems newspapers are constantly forgetting about employee safety and building upgrades—or else ownership just doesn’t care, which is entirely possible.
During a particularly heavy storm one winter, we were all hunkered down in the office working diligently when a loud crash echoed through the office. After nerves settled down, it was realized a portion of the ceiling have caved in, just a foot or so from the sports desk. The editor was sitting at the desk at the time and both she and the desk were sprayed with water and bits of ceiling.
Or even how I survived.
Shortly after my graduation from Cal Poly, I was offered an entry level editing position at my hometown daily. This was back in the day when glue and rollers were still used to paste up articles and ads in the production department.
Layoffs were quite common through the years, as companies trimmed anything and everything they could. Readership would likely be shocked if they actually saw how few people put together their daily or weekly newspapers.