It's help wanted ads, like this one for an investigative reporter from the Sarasota Herald-Tribune in Florida
, that sometimes re-awakens that old ache for my former life.
And then I look at my current paycheck (like the one I got today in fact), and the pain is a little less (I can afford rent! And food! And heat/electricity! And I no longer have to hide the fact my car ain't registered until I get the money together from spare change!).
But only a little
The choice bit that made me laugh out loud:
Go forth and read the whole thing
For those unaware of Florida’s reputation, it’s arguably the best news state in the country and not just because of the great public records laws. We have all kinds of corruption, violence and scumbaggery. The 9/11 terrorists trained here. Bush read My Pet Goat here. Our elections are colossal clusterfucks. Our new governor once ran a health care company that got hit with a record fine because of rampant Medicare fraud. We have hurricanes, wildfires, tar balls, bedbugs, diseased citrus trees and an entire town overrun by giant roaches (only one of those things is made up). And we have Disney World and beaches, so bring the whole family.
And yes. It is
a real help-wanted ad.
Please forward it to an insanely talented journalist that you love who's still hanging tough and 10 in the newsroom.