Monday, July 25, 2005

Blogging from work...a new low.

There is a special game I like to play at my house in Dennis, Massachusetts.

I have gone nearly two weeks without actually seeing my landlord. Technically we both live in the same house. She lives at one end and I the other in my dorm-sized bedroom. The kitchen is really the only thing that connects our two room, but with only about 20 feet seperating us, we still manage to not see each other - we even share a bathroom.

But this is not all bad - she is crazy and goes to bed at 7:30 p.m. I am not joking. She gets up and goes to work before I even wake up at 9 a.m. So, the fact that we do not see each other is not the big of a strech. The crazy thing is that she still manages to communicate through notes her displeasure of having me live with her. The Gonzo in here is long dead.

Although the crazy life continuesto follow me at home, the newsroom on Cape Cod has becomes quite melencholoy.

In the past two weeks, the newspaper has seen two of its best leave (or announce they are leaving) for two very different reasons. It really seems to stereotype both ends of ther spectrum that a journalist has to live if they want to have any kind of a family.

Cliff the editor in cheif here, announced two weeks ago that he is leaving the Times to become the long Island editor for Newsday. Holy crap, I thought, this guy is amazing. Not only does he currently lead an award winning mid-sized daily, he is not becoming the equeal of the New York City Editor of the New York Times.

With this kind of offer (I am assuming it was an offer), you cannot really say no. He, obviously did not. So now, he and his family are uprooting a life they have spent several decades creating to move to Long Island.

He is leaving for bigger and better things and his family is moving along with him. From what I have heard, he actually has stayed at the Times longer than any other editor before him. He managed to hire half the staff and put most ofthe top editors inthe position they are now. This is not the first person to leave the paper. Most of them find higher calling elsewhere (this goes to show how good the Times can be in propelling its writers, editors and others to higher places.

Still, Ethan, the full-time business writer, also announced that he is leaving the Times. He is following his wife who got a job in the Washington D.C. area. He spent the last few months at the Times essentially looking for a new job in the D.C. area. It did not really seem like there was much of a choise from what I can gather. his wife a got a new job and she was moving with their daughter to D.C.

Ethan did get a job in D.C. He will be working for a Bankers trade newspaper that publishes five days a week. I am not going to say whether this was a good decision or not, becasue this is not my life and I do not know how I would have handled the situation if I hada wife and a daughter.

It sounds like to him he made the right decision. But, essentially, he is uprooting his journalism career to work for a banker newspaper. All of it for his family.

Again, no family of my own, no real career to speak about of my own, but both are very opposite directions. Both made becasue of something out of their control and for their better in two different directions.

If that makes sence.

It's all very odd and makes me wonder what kind of decision I will make (if i stay in the journalism busienss) come 10 years from now.

2 comments:

Lacy said...

Wow! That was actually a very thoughtful piece, Mike. Good job. My faith in your reporting skills are restored...as if they were ever lacking.

Coulter said...

For the sake of humanity and your own health, don't have kids.
Do you really want to deal with that?
Coming home to the wife, tired, depressed, because no one even reads newspapers anymore. Then having to deal with all of her problems, like why you're no good in the sack. "We'll, I'm sorry that your last husband was a much better lover. You knew damn well before we got into this, that I'm like a manatee, kind of dead out of water, and just fat and slow in it. Wait, honey, maybe I'm more like a zebra, no...honey? honey! Come back, I'm listening...HONEY!"

See man, life sucks.