Career milestone of sorts

Hated these things. Always had a trail of paper a mile long after I was done with a story (every time you mis-typed something, it went back one space and up one line to correct it).

(Of course, I posted this without seeing the entire thread; now I see this already has been addressed. No matter; I still hated the damn thing.)

This fall, it will have been 24 years since my first journalism job. Still love it, mostly because I don't know how to do anything else.

And, just in case, I still keep a pica pole and a proportion wheel in my desk.

Remember how the world used to be before the fax machine?

 

Allow me to add the congrats, SF, of someone who worked only too briefly with you but has heard more great stories about you than I care to recount.

One thing pisses me off, though. You've got 30 years in the biz? I've got 31.

I always thought you were older than me. Sumbitch.

FOS

 

Quality years, I'm betting!

 

That looks familiar, I must admit.

 

SF's first job interview suit.

Congratulations on your 30 years in the biz!

 

Lemme tell you something. For my second job, in Florida, I wore a Steve Martinesque white suit with white pants and a white vest and looked like an absolute clown. So you're not far off.

 

Congratulations, and your post made me realize I passed my 25th anny last year.

Hated, hated, HATED those TI machines.

In the newsroom, we used to have a computer system where you typed in the story and it showed up on the screen with no paragraph breaks or justification. Every so often you'd hit a button and the copy would twirl around the screen like a whip and end up justified.

 

SF_Express used to file mileage reports for this bad boy:

 

Yeah... I will only have 3 years professionally next month, but I worked some jobs in college, so including that, it's been like 5 years.
I've only been alive for 25. Congrats to all the old (read: full of wisdom and great information)-timers on this thread. I hope I still enjoy myself in this business after that amount of time.

 

Hey, I can't talk. I wore something like this for my first Communion ceremony. And mine was made by my grandmother, and had a big "B" sewn on the lapel. Hideous.

 

Actually, the car was this one:



And I even wore a leisure suit -- once.

 

Is that a Datsun B210? Green with honeycomb hubs?
I HAD ONE! My friends called it the "Booger."