I accepted another job today. This time, I'm stepping away from my comfort role as a news journalist to work in media relations. It's making me contemplative tonight. This year has not been at all what I had planned, and this new direction is not at all where I had planned to be when I graduated from college a few years ago for this "second" career.
Not that I'm unhappy at all. I welcome the change. I was ready to get out of the daily grind of newspapers, and my current gig designing hasn't exactly turned me on to being back in a newsroom (let's just say disorganization and some how the a.hole with the penis is always in charge.) Hey, sorry. But I'm a little jaded about newsrooms. It's a good ol' boys club at the top, just like it's always been.
Look at Helen Thomas, a wonderful journalist and she doesn't get the same respect she would if she were a man. I don't think women will ever get that respect in the workplace.
I'm not a raging feminist. But I am a feminist ( a label like liberal that's gotten a bad rep in the past few years.) I just know I've seen a lot of deserving women who were damn good at their jobs -- and often far more qualified than the men who got the promotions. I've been shoulder-to-shoulder fighting for news scoops with male journalists, and it was getting old. Having to be twice as good to get half the pay or respect gets old.
So I'm embarking a new chapter in my journalistic career and I think I'm really going to enjoy it.
But who knows, I might miss the rat race so much I'll want to go back. I'm not shutting any doors, just opening a new one. Is that so wrong?
So for the rest of the evening, I'm going to sit in my office, read Molly Ivins' book, drink some Coke and rum and listen to BB King...The Thrill is Gone.
(P.S. For those of you who were kind enough to ask. I'm over it. Hubby's back in his bed after a heart-felt, "she was so ugly, what was I thinking" apology. All is well.)
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