Well, after an agonizing five years of underemployment, unemployment, lay-offs and business closures, I finally have a chance to put my journalism degree to use, something I never thought would ever happen to me. After all, when it comes to jobs, it seems nothing good ever happens to me.
A few weeks ago, a friend of mine gave my writing samples to the editor of the Tri-State Defender, a historically African-American newspaper. It took a while for me to reach her and she told me they were extremely busy and she would call me after reading my samples. I didn't keep my hopes up since I'd been disappointed too many times before and haven't worked for a publication since college.
This morning, she called and told me she had an assignment for me and would like to see me tomorrow to give me the details. Right now, I'm waiting for someone to pinch me because I must be dreaming.
I expected, at best, to get another high stress, low-paying job answering phones or worse, going back to working at Taco Bell. I didn't think, for a second, when I got fired four months ago over something that shouldn't have so much as warranted a write-up I would be getting my first professional newspaper assignment.
Although I'm not sure if this will be full time or just on a freelance bases, it's, at least, something in a positive direction that I can build on. The editor said they don't pay very much being such a small publication but that doesn't matter to me, right now. I wonder if those people who unjustly fired from my last job knew they were doing me the biggest favor of my life because they certainly did.
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"There is difference and there is power. And who holds the power decides the meaning of the difference." --June Jordan