My life after broadcasting

I recently tried to make a list of all the different places I’ve been employed and despite being in the workforce for just longer than a decade, my resume contains two dozen different jobs.

And my current one, as a reporter, has outlasted them all – coming in at just under 20 months.

Upward trajectory: Are some of us just on the right path?

In conversation today (technically it was yesterday as it is well past midnight now but a ill-timed cola beverage has kept me conscious), I described a friend as having an “upward trajectory” – in that it seems over the past 10+ years, he has been dealt few, if any, epic blows.  Relative health despite an unhealthy lifestyle, a string of good looking female companions despite (or in spite of) his looks…

Odds that I get in a physical altercation with a streeter? 2 to 1

I’ve bumped this thread back up to the top to see if I can get some more reactions.
Originally posted Sunday, January 21st.

Last week, upon hearing of my re-entry into singledom, one of my friends described 3 steps of getting through a breakup (I promise that I’m almost off the breakup topic, in fact, I’m using this as a segue). First you go through Hurt, then Anger and finally Moving On. Right now, I’m somewhere between hurt and anger. The tears have stopped and as the post below shows, I look forward to whatever the future may hold.

That said, anger reared its ugly head today. We did our first “streeters” assignment. And since none of my classmates read this blog regularly (or tell me they do), I should preface what a streeter is. You know how tv news has short clips of people that they obviously nabbed on the street? And usually there’s an open ended question like, “what do you think about __current event__?”

That’s streeters.

They will likely be the bane of my existence.

In Edmonton, you’d have everyone and their dog wondering why you have a camera on a street corner. In Vancouver, people think that you want money to fulfill your daily crystal meth quota. Seriously. I’ve never had so many people who were walking slowly, look at me, say “sorry, I’m busy” and speed off. Come on, it’s Sunday. Where are you going? To see the Chronicles of Narnia?

At first it seemed like none of our techniques would work. The student angle, the serious news angle, the “we’re real friendly” angle… And while, I don’t mind the people who are rushing by and can’t be bothered to stop, it’s the speeder uppers who grasp onto their husbands/fathers/part-time lovers as if I’m coming at them with a machete.

I couldn’t help but say some choice words under my breath for quite a few people. In fact, the group members I was working with were fearful that I may, how you say, write a check that my fists can’t cash? I don’t know, I think the microphone looked pretty sturdy.

I’m a jackass.

But from the little I know about the industry I want to get into… that doesn’t seem to hinder career advancement.

Song of the moment: Left and Leaving – The Weakerthans