So I’ve been thinking about what Laurien said last week, you know, considering the idea of becoming a private investigator. Kudos to her. I can see her being this badass PI. I can see her doing whatever she wants to, though. Some people are just like that.
Anyway, I have absolutely no idea what I want to do. I like reporting for the most part, and like Tom said, I always knew it wasn’t going to be a profession with instant gratification. At the same time, I don’t want to limit myself when I leave. The J-School is the best for a reason, and for me, that was the experience of reporting. Constantly. In one form or another. For four years.
It’s a lot. And I do love it, but I don’t want to get to a point where I’m just doing it because it’s what I know how to do best. I don’t want it to be a crutch. I could do other things, and just the knowledge that I could go out and do something different but somehow still related to writing keeps me sane.
Honestly, I haven’t the faintest what I would do if it wasn’t working for a paper.
I do know I loathe cubicles. Really, I did everything I could not to have to sit at that desk in my last internship. Reporting for me is talking to people, and I hate using the phone. The results seem sub-par and I think there’s something to be said for going to your source. I know, I know, that’s not always possible. But in my ideal little world, it would be.
I don’t do desks. I do my best work between 10 p.m. and 3 a.m. in my room with food, Mountain Dew and the TV blaring Cheers or Friends. I’m not saying that’s always going to be the case, but that’s how I do now.
So what would I do? Haha, I could see myself working for a publishing company. But then again I could see myself freelancing or working for a nonprofit investigative organization. Or maybe writing a book. That one’s definitely out there, because any book I can see myself writing would be utterly ridiculous. Seriously. I would say I have a list of ideas for writing a book, but every time I look at it, I cringe and delete most of them as quickly as possible. Start over. Rename the word document to something like “Literary Analysis of Ivanhoe”, because no one in their right mind would decide to open it. But that’s fine.
The point is that I think it’s great that we’re still keeping our options open career-wise. Everyone I can think of who seems happy in their careers has had some interesting detours. Take Gerry. Gerry works at the Trib in Jeff City. Gerry is also magician on the side. Gerry also wrote a book about an infamous wrestler after spending months hanging out with the guy. And Gerry still reports. He took a ride with this 80-year-old man in his homemade plane once. Gerry is happy.
Now, if I’m being serious, yeah, I’ll probably pick up a reporting job with a small paper after graduation, because six months after I leave, those student loans will be circling, waiting to attack like a pack of starving hyenas. So that’ll be fun.