When I invited suggestions for a topic for my 700th blog post, one reader thought I might describe some lessons learned in my past employment history, since so many of us are in job turmoil these days. The state contract talks commanded attention for post 700, but here we go, in 701.
My first job was as a clerk in the Maryland State Employment Office in Baltimore. After leading the class in a typing class - I am a very fast, very accurate two-fingered typist - I was hired as a Clerk Typist II and immediately assigned to a summer job in which I never so much as saw a typewriter.
My job was to check the computer punchcards sent back by unemployed people and see if they had listed at least three places contacted to see if they had work. If they did, they got their check. If they didn't, they were called in for an interview. No one doublechecked the entries.
I remember there was a denim clothing factory that alternated between two work forces so that one work force was off for two or three weeks at a time, collecting unemployment, while the other was on the job. I was informed that this was technically legal. Maybe it isn't any more.
My second job was working for free at a small radio station. I offered to do high school news in return for training for the first part-time disc jockey opening. They soon had me ripping and reading the news wire - I once read "indicted" as if it rhymed with "conflicted" but otherwise did okay.
But the station needed an affirmative action policy, and when the first part-time disc jockey opening occurred, it hired an African American gentleman with even less experience than I had, which is to say none, and paid him during training. Focusing less on my opportunity to do my bit for civil rights and more on the broken promise to me, I quit my (unpaid) job in a huff. The black guy, by the way, became quite a good disc jockey and moved to a bigger station in Washington where I enjoyed listening to him.
I worked for 7-Eleven for awhile. It was a lot like working at a radio station, with a single underpaid, underage person surrounded by a semi-circle of equipment.
While in community college, which I would later abandon in order to get my own education, I began working for actual money, if not a lot of it, at a second radio station. It was a full-time offer from this station that prompted me to cut the cord with college. The general manager, Kerby Confer, who now owns his own chain of stations, was a former disc jockey who still found radio exciting and conveyed that joy to me.
That summer I worked Monday-Friday at a Kaiser Aluminum factory, performing a variety of indescribably filthy and dangerous tasks amid a painful din of equipment for really good money, then worked Saturday-Sunday doing news on a rock station. Happiest summer of my life. A teenager working for a rock station gets to date a lot of beautiful listeners.
That station was sold to a new owner who felt the station had too big a news department, and out the door I went. A couple weeks later I was anchoring news on an all-news station in Washington, D.C., the third-rated of three all-news stations, I might add. The pay was so poor that one winter I couldn't afford to get my car fixed and walked to work on Key Bridge across the Potomac River to Rosslyn, Va., where the studios were. I grew my beard to stay warm. At this station I learned a lot about doing news on-the-cheap, including reading newspaper copy live, inverting sentences to put the dangling attribution first, because there wasn't enough time to edit or rewrite anything.
A couple years later that station was sold to a new owner who switched to a music format and let the entire staff go. I freelanced for a few months for both AP Radio and the Mutual Broadcasting System until Mutual came through with a staff position as anchor, but on the condition that I quit AP Radio without notice. After failing to persuade them to let me at least give them two weeks notice, I took it rather than leave it, burned my bridges at AP Radio, worked a single day as a newscaster, and was informed by the news director at the end of the day that the president of the network had unexpectedly failed to approve my hire ("Don't hire anybody else from Washington," he said.) Too eager for a staff position to sue or grieve, I accepted a consolation price, a tape editor job that paid a fraction of the anchor salary, along with a continuation of the weekend anchoring I had been doing freelance. In a couple years I was forcibly promoted into management by a really nasty boss who knew I wanted to do air work full-time and snuffed that dream by telling me I didn't have the voice for network radio.
Seven years after I joined Mutual, the management wiped out 50 positions including mine. A month later the nasty boss was out, too, but I was still on the street myself. My confidence was restored by someone who told me that the same guy, while in New York, had also told Charles Osgood and Ted Koppel that they didn't have voices for network radio, either. So I applied at UPI Radio and was hired as one of their morning newscasters. I will always be grateful to Jim Bohannon, the radio talk show host, who knew my work and gave a recommendation that got their attention, and his ex-wife Camille Bohannon, who already worked at UPI, helped me learn the ropes. UPI was a troubled company, and by "troubled" I mean "hopelessly screwed up," but it was a wonderful place for any journalist who loves the underdog. I got to write humor columns there, review CDs and books, and anchor two presidential inaugurations live.
I would stay at UPI for 13 years, getting a series of battlefield promotions as the company shrank. The last couple years I ran the global wire service, first with a colleague and friend, and then alone. But by then I had promised my wife Marilyn we could move to Hawaii as soon as she retired from her job in Washington, and I needed to go back into local radio to be ready for that. One day the latest in a series of CEOs hired to turn UPI around who didn't, called me into his office wearing a chef's uniform, complete with big hat (it was Halloween) and told me he had hired an executive from outside the company to turn it around and I could be her assistant or take any number of other positions. I decided to quit instead, and did, the following Monday.
The same week I got a job with an all-news station in Washington, this time one with excellent ratings. Jim Farley, who ran NBC Radio's famous News & Information Service, was doing the hiring, and basically told me he was taking me on because of what he had heard about me. I will never forget that moment, realizing that on reputation alone I was being hired before my feet could hit the ground. What a glorious feeling that was. Now I was back in all-news radio, a format I really enjoyed, but as a grown-up, making a living wage. It was wonderful preparation for moving to Hawaii. I worked for WTOP for three years.
When the time came to move, Marilyn got a post at TheBus and I signed on with Pacific Business News, the first time in my career I had ever focused on business news, though during the years at Mutual I had specialized in interviewing economists on economic stories - up-and-coming guys like Alan Greenspan! -and at UPI I filed daily economic reports that were routinely carried by NPR, which is why public radio listeners in Hawaii are sometimes surprised to hear that I did not move to Hawaii until the end of 2000: they heard me on HPR much earlier than that.
Well, there's a taste of a career. Television? That didn't happen until 2002....
Recent Comments