**This wa a piece I wrote a a prep for an exercise in an improv theater group I work with. It was an exercise where we to come up with a character and a story that fit a particular archetype. My archetype was the Innocent. This is what i came up with. It’s written as a guide for performance, but something about the character struck me.**
It was my very first job out of college. I had wanted to work at a newspaper for as long as I could remember. I so excited the morning of my first day. I put on my new suit, the one my mother picked out for me. I tried seven different hair styles, trying to decide which was more professional. I was ready to go forty minutes early. I puttered around the apartment and still showed up at the office fifteen minutes before anyone else.
The editor was a big guy and he was a bit…rough around the edges. He gave me a quick tour of the office and showed me my desk. He introduced me to the other reporters and told me to shadow one in particular. She didn’t seem overly friendly but I was sure once she got to know me it would be fine.
Working for a small newspaper was hard. I was the new kid and that meant the worst assignments. Some days I would work for thirteen hours straight, starting the day in the office, conducting phone interviews, doing research and ending by covering town meetings in the evenings. But I was learning a lot and that was really great.
The editor wasn’t exactly nice. I’d do one little thing wrong and he be all over me. And the woman I was supposed to be shadowing was always teasing me. I tried to laugh it off, but it really got to me.
For a while I let it get me down. I started to think maybe I wasn’t cut out for being a reporter. I tried working really hard and doing everything exactly the way the other reporters and the editor told me to. That didn’t seem to make the editor any happier with me. The woman I was shadowing made jokes about me needing my shoes tied or my diaper changed.
I decided it was their fault for not helping me learn. I mean I was new to this, right? And if I wasn’t getting better maybe it’s because they were doing a lousy job training me. The editor never gave me any constructive criticism, he just asked if they had taught me anything in college. And the woman I was supposed to be shadowing was worse. She never gave me any advice. She just leapt on every opportunity to make me the butt of her jokes.
I realized that I needed to keep trying. Things weren’t going to get any better if I just threw in the towel. So I kept at it. It wasn’t easy and there were a lot of times I wanted to throw my hands up and walk out of the office. But I didn’t.
One night I had to cover a planning board meeting. I wasn’t really looking forward to it. They were usually so dull. But this night ended up being very different. There was a presentation by a local developer regarding a new shopping plaza he was hoping to build. Everyone had a very strong reaction to the proposal, and very few of them were the same.
The debate got pretty heated during the meeting. I decided it might be a good idea to conduct a couple of quick interviews after the meeting adjourned. I got a ton of great quotes. I went back to the office and researched the developer and his projects. I wrote piece that night.
The next morning I turned it over to the editor. I knew it was the best piece I had written. Even so, when he asked me to come into his office about an hour later I cringed.
“Well kid, I don’t know what to say.” My heart was in my mouth. I was convinced he was going to tell me it was no good, just like all my other pieces. “Great work”
I was stunned. I knew the piece was good but having him say it made me flush with pride. He patted me on the shoulder and walked me back out to my desk. “Good job rookie” were his parting words as he headed back to his office. The woman who I was shadowing looked up. “Must have been a helluva piece. He never gives out compliments.”
Something changed that day. It’s not to say the editor never gave me a hard time again or the other reporter stopped teasing me. But I understood my place in the paper. I was the new kid, so I had to put up with some stuff. I was paying my dues. But now I knew that I was good at my job. And more importantly, I knew that everyone else knew it too.