Here’s my third and final pro-journalism peek down memory lane. This post is from February 22, 2015.
The quality of one’s job is directly dependent upon the quality of one’s boss. I know this is true, for there is no other way to explain how the teenaged me managed to spend an entire summer slaving over a Burger King broiler without killing myself.
In what is becoming a pro-journalism trip down memory lane, I give you another newspaper post. This one’s from June 11, 2012.
Trust me, you’ll like it!
Once upon a time I wrote for a newspaper. I wasn’t there very long, less than two years, but never in my life have I learned so much about writing. If the gig paid more than $18,000 a year, it just might have been my dream job.
I’ve been giving my tenure as a newspaper man a lot of thought in recent days. So I decided to dig up a few of my old posts on the subject.
The one below is from June 24, 2012 and it’s always been one of my faves. Here’s hoping you agree!
Need a little advice, kids? Well have a seat.