Getting out ... just to get out

[Norrin Radd]

New(ish) handle, long-time poster here.

Not sure how many of you have reached this point. Or are slowly getting there. Or have been there and come out immeasurably better for it, but I want out of this business.

And not in a "let's wait it out until I find something better" way. This is more a let's find something -- hell, anything, even retail -- to get my foot out the door for good.

I'm just tired of the hours. The nights and weekends. The downsizing. Taking your work home. The feeling that no matter what you do and how well you do it, many readers still won't be happy. Having my job from 23 to today in my mid-30s be the center of my life, rather than the other way around. I feel when you lose the enjoyment of being in this profession, there's no point in continuing on unless the pay is (somehow) too much pass up. And I haven't even gotten to the idiot callers. :)

OK, enough rambling. I'm just curious what you have done if in the same position.

Did you cut ties as soon as these feelings began creeping up? Did you stick it out for a good while and wait to find the right opportunity? Did you take lesser pay -- and a blow to the ego -- by working at a job you were overqualified for as a means to permanently head for the exit?

2004 or so was when this happened for me. I was really enjoying it, but knew that in five years or so I will have grown tired of it.

Best of luck to you.

 

[Pencil Dick]

I left a highly respected paper in 2009 when the first buyout it ever offered was extended to almost all employees with 10+ years of experience. I could see the proverbial handwriting on the wall.

I walked away with a lot of buyout money - as did a couple of others who post here - in late '09. Landed my current gig in 2011 and have never regretted the decision. I tell people all the time who ask me if I miss it: "I've done a lot of stupid things related to money in my adult life - leaving the newspaper business when I did wasn't one of them."

I still string high school football games on Fridays, but I choose the schools I cover. There's a powerhouse private school about a driver/4-iron from my house that I can walk to. I also have a part-time gig as "Strategic Communications Manager" (I do in-game social media) for a Division I football program on Saturdays. So I see all the football I want from August to November.

I do miss the people I worked with for more than a decade. But not the job itself.

 

[Songbird]

Regardless of why it happened in June, I'm much better off almost 8 months later.

The first first days and weeks were difficult because I tried to continue being Mr. Reporter Dude, and the folks at 2.0 kind of kicked my ass into reality and told me to stop it for my own sanity. So I did. Soon after, with pretty much the clothes on my back and my car, I left Jersey and headed to New England again. A wonderful support system is in place, and I'm helping my friends make money by running their art gallery while they seek other opportunities. I eat well and see loved ones every day, and it's wonderful to be a part of the lives of three young girls as they grow up. In the gallery I engage customers and write stories full of photos and videos and links, so it's nice to be able to exercise my creative side every day. I've self-published a book, which is no world-beater, but I plan to publish more. It's nice to focus on little things I've ignored for so many years.

Now, do I know what's next? Not at all, and that becomes disconcerting at times because here I am at 41, after 23 years of hard marriage to various newsrooms across the country, trying to figure it all out. No "professional" job. No great journalism job in New York City. No wife. No house. No kids. Those are the things I wanted a long time ago but ignored out of stupidity.

And yet for all of that, I'm so much better off (mentally, physically, spiritually) without having to deal with that daily grind. It was fun while it lasted but man, the newspaper life is just so unforgiving even when you always thought you could handle it.

So yeah, if your heart of hearts is screaming for you to jump, save yourself the shphilkas and JUMP and embrace the first day of the rest of your life.

 

[Bradley Guire]

I got tossed to the curb for some majorly disruptive health problems. Now that I'm better, I'm happier than I've been in a long time. Sure, I fret about money, as I'm not sure I can find work in my physical condition. But it sure beats what I was dealing with a little more than a year ago.

 

[PEteacher]

I am far happier away from journalism, and I don't know any ex-sports journalist who isn't also happier post-sports journalism.

I was laid off in early 2009, but got a modest severance package (about 4 months pay). During that time, I enrolled into a teacher credentialing program, and took care of all the paperwork I needed to work as a substitute teacher. I had been thinking about leaving for a couple years, but I don't think I would have left if I wasn't forced out, simply because the idea of not having a job would have been too daunting for me. Looking back, I am very thankful to be forced out, since it jump-started my next career.

I make less now (about $52,000, plus $2,700 for coaching) and, during football season, work more hours now as a high school PE teacher and assistant coach. (On Fridays during the season, my work day starts at about 7:30 am, and could end after 10:30 pm if you consider coaching "work".)

But the coaching part is a personal choice that I can give up if I wanted to. I also get weekends off, holidays off, winter, spring, ski week, and summer vacations off, and 10 paid personal days off each year. I also have job security for life. Furthermore, the job itself is so much more rewarding. I love being part of a community, instead of always being an outsider. Because of my previous experience, I have become the unofficial media guy for our team. Every time I chat with a reporter, I think about how I am so happy to not be on that side of the fence anymore.

My advice is: If you can take the financial hit, get out ASAP. Waking up without a job might be the best thing for you right now. It will force you to genuinely think about the next step (and then take action), instead of constantly thinking about thinking about the next step.

 

[User 11148]

Having my job from 23 to today in my mid-30s be the center of my life, rather than the other way around. I feel when you lose the enjoyment of being in this profession, there's no point in continuing on unless the pay is (somehow) too much pass up.

I left a long, long time ago, but that is exactly where I was when I left. I had had some professional bumps in the road that year, but there were a couple of events I would be covering that I kept looking forward to. "Just hang on until X," I'd say to myself, "and then things will smooth out." Then X came around and I was bored. I got home from covering X, picked up my paycheck and thought, "I put up with all that **** just so I could go cover X and be bored out of my skull, and this is what I've got to show for it?" I was out within a month, for better pay and a more normal life.

I still have great, great friends from my early days who've stayed (well, tried to stay) in the business. And I have a hatful of experiences I wouldn't trade for anything. But I've really, honestly, never looked back with any regrets or desires to get back in.

 

[CA_journo]

I'm out... but I'm really missing certain aspects of sports writing. Like features. I miss talking to people, finding a unique story, and feeling good about the work that I put in. I'm still writing now, but it's more about the tech world. I'll put work into a story, then think, "Does this really matter at all?" I used to write stories about incredible subjects, but now it all seems like white noise. Don't get me wrong... I absolutely 100 percent LOVE my job. I've got security and I can go to the doctor whenever I need to. I'm taken care of, but there's still the part of me that misses turning in a story and feeling proud of it. I've tried to reach out to peers/former colleagues about freelancing... but I've gotten 0 response. I've been out of the loop for a while, so I honestly have no story ideas. I'd love to hear at least a "No thank you," but the lack of response kind of hurts.

 

[Norrin Radd]

Regardless of why it happened in June, I'm much better off almost 8 months later.

The first first days and weeks were difficult because I tried to continue being Mr. Reporter Dude, and the folks at 2.0 kind of kicked my ass into reality and told me to stop it for my own sanity. So I did.

Nice to know that the denizens of Bizarro SportsJournalists.com have embraced the realities of the business.

Heck, it's nice that these threads no longer get shouted down here.

 

[Shoeless Joe]

I think I notice a trend. Maybe we should start a new site called happyex-SportsJournalists.com or something.

There hasn't been a day go by that I've missed it, and there hasn't been a night go by that I haven't thanked the good Lord for putting me in the position I am in now. I had a friend a paper call me a couple of weeks ago to ask if I was interested in a job they had coming open. I nearly dropped the phone I was laughing so hard.

You can't even imagine how it feels being asked to go somewhere or do something with people and actually be able to do it instead of saying, "No, I have to work." Last Friday night, instead of being in a high school gym, my wife and I went to eat with a woman she works with and her husband. It was amazing to be able to do something so simple that everyone else does in this world.

 

[Doc Holliday]

If all you hypocrite assholes are so damn happy you left newspapers, then why the **** are you on here?

You know who you are. Go **** yourselves.

 

[BTExpress]

Nice to know that the denizens of Bizarro SportsJournalists.com have embraced the realities of the business.

Heck, it's nice that these threads no longer get shouted down here.

Perhaps. And it's good that so many ex-journos seem to be happier on the other side.

But I sense a little bit of the "How was your vacation?" thing going on. As in, everyone always says their vacation was great, when we know that at least for some people . . . .

 

[Gonna Buy me a Dog]

If all you hypocrite assholes are so damn happy you left newspapers, then why the **** are you on here?

You know who you are. Go **** yourselves.

I'm not sure I would have phrased it exactly the same way. But maybe I would have.

It's a great question.

This is a site for sports writers to discuss their craft. Why are so many former sports writers, who are gleefully expressing their deep abiding disdain for our chosen profession, still posting on this message board?

 

[Captain Obvious]

If all you hypocrite assholes are so damn happy you left newspapers, then why the **** are you on here?

You know who you are. Go **** yourselves.

I'm not sure I would have phrased it exactly the same way. But maybe I would have.

It's a great question.

This is a site for sports writers to discuss their craft. Why are so many former sports writers, who are gleefully expressing their deep abiding disdain for our chosen profession, still posting on this message board?

Have fun taking those calls from the swim coach. Craft indeed.

 

[Doc Holliday]

I'm not sure I would have phrased it exactly the same way.

It's a talent I was born with.

 

[Norrin Radd]

If all you hypocrite assholes are so damn happy you left newspapers, then why the **** are you on here?

You know who you are. Go **** yourselves.

I'm not sure I would have phrased it exactly the same way. But maybe I would have.

It's a great question.

This is a site for sports writers to discuss their craft. Why are so many former sports writers, who are gleefully expressing their deep abiding disdain for our chosen profession, still posting on this message board?

Dissecting this to spotlight the ways in which it is incorrect would allow it more time that it merits.

Nice to know that the denizens of Bizarro SportsJournalists.com have embraced the realities of the business.

Heck, it's nice that these threads no longer get shouted down here.

Perhaps. And it's good that so many ex-journos seem to be happier on the other side.

But I sense a little bit of the "How was your vacation?" thing going on. As in, everyone always says their vacation was great, when we know that at least for some people . . . .

Sure, very true.

Not in my particular case. Can't speak for everyone else.

If all you hypocrite assholes are so damn happy you left newspapers, then why the **** are you on here?

You know who you are. Go **** yourselves.

My obvious response: Yes, newspapers are the ONLY way to be in media.

My mean-spirited response: The disdain of those who remain in the profession could not possibly mean less to me. I made the best decision for myself and those I care about, and even heard a bit of scoffing from my co-workers as I made my plan to exit. I no longer read their work (for those who survived the three rounds of layoffs in the last five years), because I realized I am just not that interested. Which is, I suppose, how people felt about my work.

My more measured response: Consider the absurdity of what we did/do. We chronicled the exploits of other people on the athletic field for people to read about. We watched others accomplish something, and we told others how neat it was. Sure, there was the odd "Look how IMPORTANT this is!!!!!!!!!" story, but for the most part we were entertainment writers.

Some of us achieved what we designated as a dream situation (or, in my case, a throughly satisfying situation that maybe wasn't quite perfect but was nonetheless tough to leave behind). Others toiled watching high schoolers, hoping that someday that elusive opportunity would come. They hit the age of 30, the point where attending a lot of high school events without a relative competing can make one look a bit creepy.

How many high school track agate calls can a sane person take? How many pro athletes who act like the press is somehow beneath them can we interview without wondering why we bothered with college? How often should we chronicle the successes of someone else's children before trying to seek a better life for ourselves?

Go f%$# myself? Perhaps I may. I'm pretty sure I can fit it into my schedule, which does not include nights and weekends, but does include a much fairer paycheck and an immeasurably higher level of job satisfaction.

 

[As The Crow Flies]

If all you hypocrite assholes are so damn happy you left newspapers, then why the **** are you on here?

You know who you are. Go **** yourselves.

Gotta admit, I was wondering the same thing.

But I think there is a good reason. Most of these guys/gals are simply saying the lifestyle, hours and bull**** aren't worth it, even though the job itself is pretty cool most of the time. I've been in the business about a decade and can't say I've had more than a handful of truly bad days from a work standpoint.

It's just that all the BS surrounding it makes it difficult. People stick around this board even after they get out because they enjoy sports journalism and enjoy talking about it. But actually being in the profession is pretty damn demoralizing sometimes.

 

[Hey Diaz!]

embrace the first day of the rest of your life.

Thanks, Xan, because this about sums it up for me. I want to get on with the life that exists outside of sports journalism, one that I haven't had the luxury of knowing in my post-college days.

For someone who asked what I'm interested in getting into: Not completely sure, but possibly technical writing, marketing or management. I'm also thinking about a retail gig temporarily to clear my head for a bit and see what it feels like having a job that's, well, just a job.

 

[slappy4428]

If all you hypocrite assholes are so damn happy you left newspapers, then why the **** are you on here?

You know who you are. Go **** yourselves.

I'm not sure I would have phrased it exactly the same way. But maybe I would have.

It's a great question.

This is a site for sports writers to discuss their craft. Why are so many former sports writers, who are gleefully expressing their deep abiding disdain for our chosen profession, still posting on this message board?

Just because the abuser no longer exists doesn't mean the abused don't need therapy.

 

[Doc Holliday]

My obvious response: Yes, newspapers are the ONLY way to be in media.

My mean-spirited response: The disdain of those who remain in the profession could not possibly mean less to me. I made the best decision for myself and those I care about, and even heard a bit of scoffing from my co-workers as I made my plan to exit. I no longer read their work (for those who survived the three rounds of layoffs in the last five years), because I realized I am just not that interested. Which is, I suppose, how people felt about my work.

My more measured response: Consider the absurdity of what we did/do. We chronicled the exploits of other people on the athletic field for people to read about. We watched others accomplish something, and we told others how neat it was. Sure, there was the odd "Look how IMPORTANT this is!!!!!!!!!" story, but for the most part we were entertainment writers.

Some of us achieved what we designated as a dream situation (or, in my case, a throughly satisfying situation that maybe wasn't quite perfect but was nonetheless tough to leave behind). Others toiled watching high schoolers, hoping that someday that elusive opportunity would come. They hit the age of 30, the point where attending a lot of high school events without a relative competing can make one look a bit creepy.

How many high school track agate calls can a sane person take? How many pro athletes who act like the press is somehow beneath them can we interview without wondering why we bothered with college? How often should we chronicle the successes of someone else's children before trying to seek a better life for ourselves?

Go f%$# myself? Perhaps I may. I'm pretty sure I can fit it into my schedule, which does not include nights and weekends, but does include a much fairer paycheck and an immeasurably higher level of job satisfaction.

Insightful. Now **** off.

 

[Doc Holliday]

Just because the abuser no longer exists doesn't mean the abused don't need therapy.

Clever. But you know the truth. **** off.