Posted on April 1, 2005
All in a Day's Work
Mul·ti·task·ing (mlt-tskng, -t-) n. — The concurrent operation by one central processing unit of two or more processes.
For Example: In the last 48 hours, I’ve hung myself off the side of a State Police helicopter, clocked in at 90mph racing to Glens Falls for Senator Clinton, sprinted up 3 flights of Capital steps for Gov. Pataki, and crawled under 6 vintage film projectors at the Palace Theater. All that and still time enough for fitness, friends, film, and food too! It’s called tv news and it’s all in a day’s work.
There’s nothing more rewarding than juggling real-world priorities and making everything fit like a puzzle. It’s a balancing act that takes time to perfect and endurance to prevail. Some say the PeaceCorp is the toughest job you’ll ever love. On good days, I like to replace the word “PeaceCorp” with “Television News”. Making strict deadlines every day at noon, 5, 5:30 and 6 sharpens the senses and improves effeciency. My reporter and I pace each other like a well-oiled machine.
It sure would be great if there was a “Take-a-viewing-audience-member” to work day. Maybe then, there would be more respect for what goes on behind-the-scenes. Better yet, if my News Director and General Manager could tag along with us, there might be a better chance of getting a 15% pay raise rather than a 15% pay cut.
TV News is made up of a weakening Union called NABET. NABET desperately negotiates with our parent company (Freedom Communications) every 3 years to keep a fair and consistent contract for it’s behind-the-scenes members. Myself and about 50 of my colleagues pay Union dues. It’s an unnerving place to be right now – foreseeing a pay cut while juggling a steep morgage, unpaid debts and relying on freelance jobs for extra income. The entire industry is changing and my job decription is being treated as no more valuable than a fast food employee. No offense french fry servers.
Moral and spirits are at an all-time low and I feel like I’m on a sinking Titanic. No, wait, scratch that, it feels like I’ve managed to escape the sinking Titanic and now I’m treading water for a life raft . I never thought I’d walk in the same footsteps as my Dad – a UAW member with General Motors for 30 years, but here I am, and here I’ve been, for over 10 years. It appears that a strike might be inevietable, thought that’s a worst-case scenerio. Pining over things out of my control is not my nature though so it’s on to my next assignment leaving enough time to blog about it and make it feel all better.