“I got a job!” Thrilled doesn’t even begin to describe my feelings when I received the call informing me that I’d been hired to work at television station. After sending out countless resumes all over the country, someone wanted to actually pay me to work in an industry I’d dream about since I was a kid.
It was discouraging at times. Check out this rejection letter I got from my current employer. Four years later, with more experience under my belt, they came to their senses!
It was the winter of 1988 when I was hired at WMUR-TV, the ABC station in Manchester, New Hampshire. An assignment editor was an entry level position that paid entry level wages: $13,500 a year. I actually made more bartending, so I kept that restaurant job on a part time basis and said goodbye to my unpaid internship at WPRI-TV in Providence, where I learned a great deal about the television news business that prepared me to move to the Granite State.
An assignment editor essentially assigns to stories to the crews. I researched stories, made tons of phone calls, watched the wire services, listened to police scanners, and read every newspaper in the state from cover to cover.
Within a month of starting at Channel 9, I was promoted to assignment manager. It meant more responsibility, longer hours (7AM to 7PM,) calls at home at all hours, and I hired others to staff the assignment desk. The new title came with a raise of a few thousand dollars, so I found an apartment in Manchester, after living with my grandmother for a while in Haverhill, Massachusetts.
While grateful for the opportunity to be a newsroom manager, I remained focused on my goal of becoming a reporter. After my shift was up for the day, I often headed out into the field with a crew to learn how the reporter and photographer covered a story. I did my own on-camera work on the side, and in my spare time, put together reports of my own for a resume tape.
I also did some practicing on the anchor desk. I was awful. As a rookie, I had weird facial expressions, and my pronunciations of some words were terrible. I owe a debt of gratitude to my news director, Miles Resnick, who coached me and gave me some words of wisdom: lose the Boston accent, and cut off the mullet.
I did, and after sending out about 20 resume tapes to entry level anchor-reporter jobs around the nation, I got a few job offers. I was off to Rockford, Illinois to begin a new chapter in my life.
Categories: My early career