Newspaper holiday parties thread

[dixiehack]

Of all places, my first paper, a Boone weekly in Podunk that paid me like a fast food cashier, threw the best official party. No booze and no one I’d have wanted to trash my wedding vows for, but we got a full dinner at a steakhouse just over the county line and a genuine, no **** Christmas bonus check. Imagine my surprise when I worked my way up the ladder and discovered it was downhill from there.

 

[Michael_ Gee]

I would be remiss if I didn't note that my wife was a producer for a local news station in the '80s and that it had AMAZING parties for both Christmas and some summer occasion that included guys trying to get laid by offering rides on the news copter who were not in any way shape or form helicopter pilots.

 

[Slacker]

I would be remiss if I didn't note that my wife was a producer for a local news station in the '80s and that it had AMAZING parties for both Christmas and some summer occasion that included guys trying to get laid by offering rides on the news copter who were not in any way shape or form helicopter pilots.

Nakatomi Plaza? I think I saw the video.

 

[Small Town Guy]

What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever seen happen at your newspaper’s holiday party?

Newspapers: The director of advertising and the publisher were having a fling and at the holiday party the director's husband tried punching the publisher. That same night I turned down an invite back to the home of a co-worker who instead hooked up with one of the high school coaches who happened to be at the bar at the time. Also that night? The Tuck Rule game. Quite an evening.

When I worked for a group of entertainment magazines, Teresa and Joe Giudice bumped into me on the dance floor.

 

[HanSenSE]

I truly ask this in all sincerity and not being cheeky - what was it like to work for/write for the National Enquirer? I imagine there are some fun stories. (Apologies if you've already covered this elsewhere.)

I was the A1 designer under a guy who worked at a tabloid before getting back onto conventional journalism, during my Lake Havasau City days. Always had a catchy headline, whether it fit the story or not. Always leaning over my shoulder during the design process.

One I recall best was when we had a story about new teachers. The reporter's lead was about a music teacher who had come from the Upper Midwest and was having trouble adjusting to those warm Havasau summers. Somehow the editor came up with "New teachers hot to trot," to which I responded "They're not streetwalkers!"

 

[MisterCreosote]

I almost banged one of our copy editors after one of our parties.

Now that I think about it, we never had another one.

That was SOP at one of my more incestuous stops. Practically everyone at the paper had banged everyone else at one point or another.