So you find out that the work you have committed to is not going to be appreciated, the role you signed up for has been diminished and the baby you thought was yours, isn't. Yup - this is journalism.
You are told you will have a certain amount of work to so but for some reason it fluctuates. Not just goes a little bit up or a little bit down, it completely changes. We have been given x amount to do here and that changes, y amount here and that changes. Again, this is journalism. The goals are constantly being moved, the pressure is always great, the tension always there and only the strong survive. Is this Darwinism at its best?
There are no quiet weekdays anymore and I love that. When there is a quiet day at the weekend, it takes at least 23.5 of the 24 hours to wind down, to stop being a journalist for a while. Right now I feel like I have done no work today but I handed in an assignment, this is one of three blogs today and I met Bryan Dobson, my broadcasting hero.
A mentor of mine (of sorts), Dr Simon Order, once told me that journalists don't get a day off. I took this with a large pinch of salt. I assumed it was an old wives' tale, a general outside assumption, designed to make me realise that I will be busy. He was right and more fool me for doubting his honesty. Not everything he said was a metaphor. If only I had known that when I first met him.
There will be a day when I will be able to turn off but if truth be told, it;s not a day I look forward to. We can sleep when we die.
Until then, there is no rest for the wicked and it's safe to say that The Ultrabomb falls into that bracket.
Am I even a real journalism??
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