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Tied to the job

I'll sometimes answer my cellphone "newsroom, can I help you?" when my wife calls just to crack her up.

More than being tied to the job is the job being tied to you and being recognized frequently in public.

I don't want to be pitched stories at the supermarket or bump into a source on Sunday morning when I'm at breakfast with my family wearing a t-shirt, shorts, flip flops and a ball cap.

On the other hand, I blew away one of my son's friends when he was asking about having the mayor at his Eagle Scout ceremony and I said I'd text her and ask.

I've been out for almost seven years and about twice a year, I'll get a "Hey, aren't you..." which has more to do with local TV/radio appearances than anything I ever wrote. Since it's usually followed up with, "How come you don't do that anymore?" I would not mind if that never happened again.
 
I'm not recognizable because I've been on the editing side for many years, but I do have similar conversations with friends, acquaintances and my wife's family members -- even though I'd rather not talk about anything connected with my job when I'm not working. Everybody wants to talk sports, or asks if I get free tickets (or worse, if I can supply them with free tickets). These conversations occurred even when when I was editing news and business for many years. Almost as bad, people I'm introduced to are always asking, "What do you write about?" or "What team do you cover?" I have to explain how that's not what I do.

For me, it's relatives that don't have a clue that my weird schedule is not some anomaly, but it's a part of the job.

They'll say, "why can't you just take off for this, or switch with someone? Aren't there day shifts?"

Well, no, I can't just take off unless I burn a vacation day, which I only get my two weeks and I don't want to burn through them quickly. I can't switch because, thanks to cutbacks, almost all of us are working the same shift. And there are very few day shifts, which were done by people who had been there 20 years. I say "had been there" because they were laid off, too. Why don't you schedule your little family event on a Monday? That's right, that's a part of your workweek. Well, weekends are mine.
 
I'm not recognizable because I've been on the editing side for many years, but I do have similar conversations with friends, acquaintances and my wife's family members -- even though I'd rather not talk about anything connected with my job when I'm not working. Everybody wants to talk sports, or asks if I get free tickets (or worse, if I can supply them with free tickets). These conversations occurred even when when I was editing news and business for many years. Almost as bad, people I'm introduced to are always asking, "What do you write about?" or "What team do you cover?" I have to explain how that's not what I do.

Oh, God, isn't that the truth? Almost every time when someone finds out where I work, I get asked "Do you write?" and I have to respond "Only in my free time." Or, when I see extended family, I get asked what I think about this sport or that team and I have to tell them that I only keep up with one team and not once has it been a team someone around here cares about.
 
It made dating interesting early on. I had one girlfriend who called me up, accused me of cheating on her because, "There is no way you're working as much as you say you are." The first time she did it, I was stupid enough to go to her place with a stack of papers and say, "Here is my byline and this is a dateline that shows I was in Tucson, just like I told you I was."

The second time she accused me of it, I just said whatever.

The most interesting one was when I was on a date and I got a call from the PR guy telling me a player I covered had just died and the AD was going to have a press conference in 45 minutes. I said, "Look I'm really sorry, but something crazy just happened and I have to get to a press conference..."

"Why can't you just call them back and say you're on a date?"

"Uh, unfortunately it doesn't work that way."

"Jesus, it's not like you're a doctor..."

I then pulled a $20 out of my wallet and said, "OK, you can either come with me now so I can take you home, or you can use this to take a cab."
 
The day after my son was born, I worked 16 days in a row (10-hour days) putting out daily World Cup sections when it was being played in the US of A. Does she remember that? Yes she does.

I was on diaper duty for son 1 and son 2 evermore.
 
Yeah I've been in this for decades now and people still don't get my schedule or my job function.
A few years back me and my sisters were all able to get off July 4 weekend, and we took my parents out. My mom mentions "I'm planning a family reunion for the first weekend in October and you all have to be there."
Trying to explain that getting a weekend day off during football season is next to impossible without a lot of warning. And three months isn't really a lot of warning.

And I still cringe when people ask what I do, because more times than not i hear "Oh so you go to all the (insert pro/college team name here) games? What do you think about (insert pro college athlete's name here)?"
 
The day after my son was born, I worked 16 days in a row (10-hour days) putting out daily World Cup sections when it was being played in the US of A. Does she remember that? Yes she does.

I was on diaper duty for son 1 and son 2 evermore.

It's been a few years since the U.S. hosted the World Cup ... hope your boy is potty-trained by now. ;)
 
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A memorable (uh, forgettable) one for me. A few years ago, my wife moved 100 miles away to be the caregiver for her aging parents, who lived in a retirement village. When my mother-in-law died, it was a WHOLE WEEK before I could get a day off to go and hug my wife and help her through her grief.
 
A memorable (uh, forgettable) one for me. A few years ago, my wife moved 100 miles away to be the caregiver for her aging parents, who lived in a retirement village. When my mother-in-law died, it was a WHOLE WEEK before I could get a day off to go and hug my wife and help her through her grief.
Sounds like you had a good manager. :rolleyes:
 

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