Do the HP Mavens Really Care About Their Contributors?
Enjoy your work, reporters, but forget you are human too!
Maybe we should go clean the crapper!
One thing I learned from a bunch of power-mad, egotistical executive editors over 20 years as a reporter, is that there may be something lower than a staff writer, but God hasn't invented it yet.
And they will tell you that, right to your face as if they were conferring a morsel of wisdom that you can hold-to for the rest of your life. (In a way, they are). Reporters - in general - are slightly lower on the company tree than toilet cleaners. I mean, it's hard to get a reliable person to lower his or her face to within a foot of a smelly toilet bowl and wrestle a large floater into oblivion while slipping and sliding on Friday night's vomit. But staff writers? Ha! Two a penny. No, not good ones, but who cares? The copy editors are there to polish the prose, correct the punctuation and alter the point the writer was trying to make so radically it often reduces the poor jerk to tears and plotting homicidal revenge. And the managing editor and his acolytes hover in the background ready to authorize more cuts and changes. You don't like it, lowly scribe? get a better job - as a toilet cleaner, maybe.
Newspaper reporters are like bricklayers who throw up a wall while the master craftsmen get ready to level it, point the cement and claim the credit for the ultimate result. No wonder alcoholism and tooting is so prevalent amongst journalists; wanking and suicide, too, I wouldn't wonder.
Now I am starting to notice this holier than thou attitude amongst the powers that be at HP (and Google, too).
One example is their attack upon us for using photos they don't like lately. Wrong pixies, or whatever those things are, and watermarks. We keep getting all those polite but commanding messages to sort it before we can re-publish...you know? Don't tell me it's just me, pleeeze!
OK, I realize I have been less than circumcised, er, circumspect, about the pics I down-loaded to some of my articles. But I gave the photog credit (In most cases!). Not once has a picture author contacted me and asked for payment or for me to remove his work (which I would be happy to comply with).
Ah, me! delusions of grandeur again; I had thought I had found some masters who really cared about me, this humble but loyal wordsmith.
To hell with it, I'm off to clean the toilet.
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