Even for me, who never saw myself as wanting to live in a castle and live forever and ever just like in the fairy tales (to quote Selina Kyle). I just wanted to live a humble life, be comfortable, work in broadcast news, and move into network eventually.... Ya see, there I go! It was all simple with wanting a comfy life in news, but then I wanted more. Oh no, some local affiliate wouldn't do it for me. It HAD to be national. Not that it matters now because I never worked in network news. In fact, as I aged (gracefully, I might add) I realized I had become somewhat disgusted with news delivery. Not only that, but I had become repulsed by what I was seeing on television in general. No ma'am, I'm not talking about the stories (and why is it that people claim not to watch the news because of "violence" yet they go home and beat their own kids and then proceed to watch the most violent movies because they got great reviews? That's just stupid. You people are idiots, and I hope your kids resent you later).
What I'm talking about is far worse. I'm talking about individuals working on television that just don't seem to give a shit. About their jobs? That's questionable. About their lives? Well by the looks of their television presence, I'm leaning more toward the latter. You have people on in the morning who look like they just rolled out of bed and barely made it to work. Run a damn brush through that mess, really! This is your job. I was always taught to look professional and respectable. Obviously for me, these people have FAILED. They're lacking professionalism so I CANNOT respect them. I know they didn't just roll out of bed because there's a lot of prep that goes into their delivery--getting to the studio, finding a story, looking for witnesses/leads. If you have no fashion sense, I strongly suggest finding an outfit for work the night/day before so that you don't go to work looking like you had battle in the war zone also known as your closet. Ladies, a blazer is fine, but lose the fucking chunky jewelry. You're not preparing for a damn JC Penny catalog photo shoot. You just look stupid. You don't need perfect hair, but if you're not a wiz at styling your mane, then at least run a brush through it. The last thing I need to do is laugh at the annoying tangles all over that shit, and then take a screen shot and post it on Facebook (because I do. So I have extra time on my hands, so?!)
Guys, please wear a matching shirt and tie, not to mention something that pops on camera. I can't take the news seriously when someone who looks like he could be a notary is delivering it. And please stop A-NUN-CI-A-TING everything. Give us the news like we're seven-years-old, not like we're dumb. And if you're going to be out in the woods/the park/nature, lose the fucking suit! Watching you makes me uncomfortable, so I can only imagine what you must really be feeling. My ADHD must have taken control of this blog because I started with society and status, and segued into tv news jobs. So yeah, back to my original topic.
I look at the things I've done, jobs I've held, people I've worked with, people I've had fun with, and places I've been. Then I tell myself, "I honestly feel like I'd want more because it's what people would expect of me. If I could afford to have a good time, and have life's little necessities, and still live my life, all while working at 7-11, then why not? Some people seem very content with their jobs and lives, while not doing anything that requires a degree or saving a life. I wonder if they feel any pressure at all? Perhaps the key is just being happy with what you have, and count life's little blessings, like the fact that, for the most part, all of you wake up every morning and simply breathe.
I think No Doubt said it best: "And all I wanted was the simple things, a simple kind of life."
