OK, let’s eliminate that part of the way. I quit the Daily Herald…twice.
Once, to try my hand at freelancing. The other time, I went to a competitor. The important part of the story is that the two times I came to my senses and returned home.
So yeah, like the crowd, once you’re in, you’re never really out.
There is a reason for this. Several reasons, in fact. I could go on and on about the wonderful people, the great opportunities, the family atmosphere and, of course, the quality journalism.
When you’re a journalist, those are great incentives to stay put — or, in my case, come back.
Yet that’s not all that explains why the Daily Herald has been my home for two-thirds of my life.
On the one hand, I was never bored. I’ve had many jobs here, from journalist to travel writer to feature editor to editor. When I moved to the business side, I managed marketing, events and now the publicity department. I even work with the crazy and smart digital team. It may have been one company, but it was several different, but equally rewarding careers.
Some of these positions were my choice. Others were dropped off at my doorstep, if you understand my drift. Often I was completely out of my comfort zone. (“What do you want me to do?” Really? Are you sure about that?)
Through it all was that hand on my shoulder, that kick in the pants, and that whisper in my ear, “You got this. We believe in you. We won’t let you fail.”
And you know what? At some point, this attitude started to seep in. Somewhere along the journey, I started to believe that I could handle the challenges that came my way.
It’s a wonderful gift to work for a company that pushes you harder than you thought, while ensuring you have a safe place to land.
I know I’m not the only one feeling this.
There was a going away party for a few retirees recently – we call them “fades” – and dozens of ex-employees showed up to raise a glass to their former colleagues. Retirees were popular, hardworking, passionate and talented, so it only made sense that they would attract a crowd of well-wishers.
But it was more than that. I think the old DHers came back because, oddly, they never really left.
I don’t know what Hosea Paddock had in mind 150 years ago other than his motto “Fear God, Tell the Truth and Make Money”, but he also created something else.
There’s a culture here that challenges you, pushes you to the limit, and lets you know you’ve got it.
And it’s a place that never leaves you.