Teaching is my fourth career ... or life ... as I tell the kids. There was radio guy, PR & advertising, and business owner before this one. All have been great and I wouldn't trade them for anything.
This job is No. 186? No way
By KEN HOFFMAN COPYRIGHT 2010 HOUSTON CHRONICLE
According to CareerCast.com, an online Help Wanted section, the Top 10 Best Jobs in America are: actuary, software engineer, computer systems analyst, biologist, historian, mathematician, paralegal assistant, statistician, accountant, dental hygienist.
Just FYI, No. 11 is “philosopher.”
The Top 10 Worst Jobs are: oil-rig worker, lumberjack, ironworker, dairy farmer, welder, garbage collector, taxi driver, construction worker, meter reader and mail carrier.
CareerCast.com rated 200 jobs based on physical demands, work environment, income, stress and hiring outlook.
I think both lists, top and bottom, are screwy. Lumberjack is a pretty cool job for strong, physical people who like maple syrup and working outdoors. Construction workers get whistled at. Do women ever whistle at computer systems analysts on the job? The best jobs … they're kidding, right? Try going to P.F. Chang's on singles night (Thursday) and telling a hot guy or woman that you're an actuary, and see where it gets you. You won't get past explaining what an actuary does. With all respect to mathematicians, biologists and statisticians … your work sounds kind of dull. And “philosopher” is the No. 11 best job in America?
Philosophy isn't a job. It's an easy B in your freshman year of college.
But here's the part of CareerCast.com's list that flabbergasted me. My job, newspaper reporter, came in 186th — near the bottom, between sailor and stevedore.
That's just stupid.
From the time I was a little boy, I wanted to write for a newspaper. Now I do, and it's still one of the best decisions I ever made.
My job is fun. It scores high on most of CareerCast.com's criteria. The physical demands are easy stuff. Mostly it's just showing up, taking notes and typing. OK, maybe work in an adverb here and there.
The work environment and stress are acceptable, unless you're embedded with a military unit in a war zone, and that accounts for .000001 percent of newspaper reporters. I review cheeseburgers, rock concerts and TV shows. That's not stress. That's getting paid for doing something I'd pay to do.
As for income, nobody makes enough — why is Bill Cosby still doing Pudding Pop commercials? Why is Donald Trump still firing apprentices? Why is Tiger Woods still traveling to Las Vegas to play a golf tournament? Bad example.
As for hiring outlook? Admittedly, there's slim pickings in the job market for newspaper reporters.
I know people in the newspaper business who have been offered higher-paying jobs in other fields. They rarely take them. Why? Because newspaper people love newspapers. That's why I have trouble believing that any kind of legitimate poll about careers puts newspaper reporter at No. 186.
Almost every cool thing I've ever done was possible because I have a press pass in my wallet. I've shaken hands with three presidents (Reagan, Bush 41 and Clinton). I played basketball with the Harlem Globetrotters and tennis with John McEnroe. I've walked around Ayers Rock, kissed the Blarney Stone and climbed the Great Wall of China. I was there the day the Berlin Wall came down.
I get a Christmas card each year from Dominique Sachse.
I've traveled places and met people that philosophers can only think and ponder about.
I like knowing things before other people do. That's what a newspaper reporter does.
My father was a long-haul, 18-wheel truck driver. When he got home from work, he'd yell at us, take off his gray work pants, pick up a newspaper and collapse on the couch.
That's often where I found him the next morning, with the newspaper as his blanket.
I looked at him and thought, “That doesn't look like fun.”
But that newspaper he was reading — that is fun — and sure not the No. 186 job in America
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