My daughter was back in her childhood room, a university degree freshly printed somewhere in the pile of boxes she brought back from her university. His time was divided between the retail trade to have future money and apply for jobs.
Our household was completely advised when the call for an interview with Washington, DC, appeared. But after months, work failed.
At the time, I was only two years old in my work as an assistant in a local newspaper, softening the career ramp after two decades of children’s elevation and independent writing.
I have heard of a copy publisher position in my business. I imagined that my daughter could work as a copy publisher while looking for this dream work – this great work in a government agency, this publishing work that brought her to New York, this work in advertising with a salary that allowed her to engage in her love of travel.
I would love to say that I obtained an angle office for my daughter and a six -digit salary. I didn’t do it. I just had a two -minute conversation when I came across the editor -in -chief of the city on the stairs at work. All I did was put it on the editor’s radar and encourage it to apply. She obtained the work of the copy publisher.
I spent a decade wondering if I did the right thing.
She began her career in my business
It was not clear if my daughter thought that the work of the copy publisher was an excellent first step or if she was just tired of working on retail work without advantages. But after an interview, my daughter accepted the job offer.
We started to do without every afternoon when I finished my quarter-day, and she started the clumsy district from 4 p.m. to midnight required from the publisher for the morning edition.
Sometimes it mentioned a job opening, but these occasions have become less frequent. It is difficult to maintain a full -time job, to do independent writing, to have a kind of personal life and to seek the work of your dreams.
After five years, she went to a larger newspaper and a salary bump. She moved to her new apartment, has built a new community and prospered. She survived the changes caused by the pandemic, the unpredictability of her business which changes her hands and a passage to a different position.
I wonder if I forced it to an unstable career
Although my daughter has been happy for years, I have been worried. I wanted her to pivot in a more stable industry. These concerns only enlarged when my newspaper was sold and I found myself unemployed in what I had hoped would be my last decade in the workplace.
Every day, I have traveled a long job search. Every night, I went to bed, the balancing offered wages and benefits, thinking of my sparse retirement savings, by questioning the viability of social security payments. With many years of low wages in a dying industry, would retirement never be a possibility for me?
I knew that my daughter would one day take care of these same questions, and I feared that I made the wrong decision by making this work to her all these years ago. I sometimes want her to have been able to dream more than working for low wages in local journalism.
My daughter loves what she does
So why remains in a dying industry? There is a saying in the newspaper industry: “They have printer ink in their veins.” She is her.
She believes in the importance of community journalism. She wants to be one of the people focusing on the shenanigans of local politicians, the achievements of high school athletes and the success of local businesses.
Although this is not reflected in their wages, my daughter and the work of her colleagues are important.
So, some days, I regret making her move life in the newspaper industry. But the other days, I am so proud that I want to shout him in the world.
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