When people ask what newsrooms are like, I usually explain the environment and dynamics thusly:
Imagine that every day represents a holiday dinner and that every single person in your lovably quirky yet highly dysfunctional family is present.
There’s camaraderie, yes. Lots of shared recollections and laughter. There are debates during “budget meetings” – the twice-a-day gatherings during which editors decide what stories will run and in what sections. Those contentious meetings often reminded me of the moment that politics creeps into the Thanksgiving-dinner conversation.
At deadline, you’ll hear editors and reporters arguing over cuts, quotes and edits, and the copy desk staff shouting that they need that story right now, dammit.
Regardless, the paper gets put to bed and everyone comes back the next day for another lively turkey dinner.
I always thought that the corporate world would be more … well, refined.
My three years at the Walton-funded…
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