How did your day start?
Was it stressful?
Here’s how mine started Thursday morning.
Nursing my morning brew, a co-worker and I happened to hear a voice message left by an irate caller on Civil Beat’s landline.
Here’s what he had to say:
“Civil Beat: Stop bashing Trump with fake news. Inflammatory news from dumb people like Ed Case — idiot — crazy Mazie Hirono — double idiot — and Schatz, who was never even elected. These people are lost and stupid. …
“President Trump is the greatest. No more money for Civil Beat. Myself and many others are starting a campaign to stop contributions to Civil Beat. [Unintelligible] for fake news.”
For the record, U.S. Sen. Brian Schatz has been elected twice to his position after having been appointed to the Senate in 2012.
And Civil Beat itself did not “bash” Donald Trump this week per se. We simply reported that Sens. Schatz and Hirono and Rep. Case support the House impeachment inquiry launched this week (and that Rep. Tulsi Gabbard does not).
But no matter. This caller had a beef with Civil Beat, and I started my day learning there is an active campaign to snuff my paycheck.
Welcome to my little world, the world of journalism, where the current occupant of the White House calls us enemies of the people even as our industry continues its financial decline.
Already mildly disturbed by the phone message, I checked my email hoping for an encouraging word. Nope. The first email that caught my eye warned of more layoffs, buyouts and closures in the news business. Damn.
I then moved to moderating the comments on Civil Beat stories, part of my daily routine. It included one on a Beat item I wrote Wednesday pointing out that there was an error in my reporting. Great.
Next I went to Slack, an internal communication system used in our office. The first message I saw said this: “arrests happening at sherwoods,” along with a Facebook video showing that such an occurrence appeared imminent. (That’s exactly what happened.) Geez.
I looked at the time. It was only 9:30 a.m. I had another cup of coffee, probably the last thing my blood pressure needed. Then I went back to work.
In fact, Thursday was not all that bad, and my job is not always stressful. But I raise the issue because journalism is a stressful business and editors, managers and producers are increasingly looking for ways to address it.
At two journalism conferences I attended earlier this month on the mainland, the issue received much more attention than I could recall at previous gatherings.
Several speakers pointed to reports that consistently rank reporters in the top 10 most stressful jobs, invariably ranking not far behind active military personnel, police officers, firefighters, airline pilots, registered nurses and emergency dispatchers.
My job at Civil Beat is nowhere near the level of intensity that comes with the aforementioned professions. I am not confronting life and death situations in the course of my work.
But many journalists do, especially those who cover mass shootings and natural and manmade disasters.
In the Trump Era, where journalists are continually harangued, the anxiety has only heightened. And social media and the internet make things even worse, allowing for anonymous, unrelenting trolling.
At least 20% of journalists say they have experienced depression, a rate three times the general population. Up to one-fourth suffer from post-traumatic stress disorder.
All that is compounded by the sense that one has to put up with whatever comes their way because they’re worried about having to look for a new job in a tight market long in upheaval.
The promo for one of the panels said, “You will see how it is not just the overwhelming news events but the culmination of repeated exposure to sad, tragic and sometimes graphic news events that weighs on journalists.”
The panels were not merely forums to bitch and moan. Most offered solid, pro-active responses. Here’s a few:
There was also this advice: “Journalists drink too much coffee. Journalists drink too much alcohol. Journalists do not drink enough water.”
Many of these tips apply to many jobs, of course, not just journalists.
I left the conferences feeling better about my profession. And as soon as I returned to Honolulu, I headed to Tamura’s … and bought some bottled water.
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