Fifth-worst job: Newspaper reporter?

Or, they can go from washing lettuce to the Plain Dealer:

 

I think it was weighted to average salaries, and honestly, newspaper reporter gets 9/9 for the deadline part of stress. (Though we do not tend to make life and death decisions.)

I think it leaves out job satisfaction. Dairy farmer is 199, and the folks I know who do that work hard, but they like it. Lumberjack is dangerous, but some guys live to be out in the woods. I was surprised how low the oil rig worker salary is.

Waiter/waitress, that I can buy as a lousy job, but again some folks like it.

Broadcasters, I think are a lot like reporters, and I know I get satisfaction from my job.

 

Lumberjack? No. 200?? Pshaw, he says.

 

I enjoy that type of stress a lot more than having customers bark orders at me like my boss, as I did when I was waiting tables.

 

I've always said I like deadline stress.

And yet, every couple of months, I have this nightmare of being 20 minutes past deadline and nothing seems to be getting done.

 

I've sometimes thought that if I got out of the business I might want to be a butcher. That was on the list too, so I guess I stick with what I'm doing for now. :-\

 

I liked going out and getting info on stories. I didn't care for writing stories on the new hair salon opening or the church luncheon. I also didn't care for the stress of putting out 5-6 pages by myself while writing 3-4 stories on the day the SE was off, and the ME just didn't see to notice the difference in workload around the office.

 

Definitely. It's also a motivator for me.

 

Still have that one. Had one just the other night.

But I get the "naked in school and cannot find the classroom" one more often.

 

I have the "hearing you have a final in 10 minutes for a class you thought you'd dropped 10 weeks ago" one.

 

This is a stressful job, but it's not the post-game deadlines that get me, I thrive on it. It's the stress of not getting my subject to call me back so I don't even have a story to file that would miss deadline.

As a side note, my dearly departed father's occupation -- dairy farmer -- came in at 199th. I guess he really could have held it over my head that he had a shittier job than me.

 

Our town has been working on its town plan, so I have spent a good deal of time with dairy farmers lately.

Again, there is a satisfaction component, I think.