It also pays shit, the hours can be gutfuckingly awful, and the rest of the world thinks you do a terrible job and that they can do it much better than you can, because they can "string a few words together".
This is the true story of life as a news journalist in New Zealand in the year 2016, written by several jaded, cynical and painfully sincere journalists who are all currently working in some of the country's newsrooms. Unlike every other son of a bitch writing about the media scene these days, we have no goddamn opinion about the future of the medium and industry, because that's still unwritten, but we have a fair bit to say about the state of the here and now.
We also prefer to keep their names private, because we don't want to lose our fucking jobs, and because it's none of your fucking business.
But we are going to show you what it looks like at the other end of a notepad.
New posts will appear every Monday and Thursday.
Welcome to the media scrum, and stay out of the TV guy's fucking eye-line.
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