Carry a signed letter published in full in the volume edited by Renzo Santelli, "White Paper on illegal work. Stories of violations and abuses in the world of" Journalistic Documentation Centre, Rome 2006, pp. 86,87,88. This is an autobiographical tale of a girl struggling with the world of work after graduating from the Faculty of Communication Sciences at the University Sapienza of Rome, and so will the past few years of his life in our former barracks Sani. PS: I thank my colleague Alex for lending me the book! Soon you will return!
happens that 10 years if they ask you what you want to be great answer journalist. It happens that does not change your mind with maturity. Indeed you more stubborn. What happens is that you want to join force for Communication Sciences, believes the power closer to journalism to be admitted even if it is a lottery (over five thousand three hundred applications for jobs). It happens to pass the entrance exam but the first lesson begins to suspect that journalism is far from that classroom education. So you decide which is right and just strut to seek out journalism. What happens is that if you are born and for some reason want to be a journalist you are not a lucky thing that he understood very early in life but wants to make a martyr of labor exploitation is intended to disappointment that no psychoanalyst could heal also because what you earn, where you find a psychiatrist willing even to answer the intercom? With a touch of melodrama, add that your father will buy several newspapers but does not write to anyone and that you were born in the deep south, away from everything and everyone. Please, no tears that the best is yet to come.
I graduated in Communication Sciences at La Sapienza. Stubbornly I did not want to take the road of journalism schools. It seemed to me frankly absurd that after graduation I had to pay millions to be able to be practicing by enrolling in a futile two-year period in which I would have studied more or less the same things more or less than five unnecessary years of college. Better to work and improve the profession in the field, even if underpaid, rather than staying in a classroom listening to some nanny trombone strap that information. I started working after the first semester of college and I never stopped. Lucky you, you say. The point is that the highest honor the contract I've had in recent years has been the stage. I have done five so far. Five. The last will be completed in a few months and who knows, maybe I will be suitably trained. sin I have 28 years and a mortgage to pay. Too bad that in the meantime something has learned this trade in my current newspaper as an intern, although formally I do everything from services cover the desk (the first people known to be entrusted to nap).
I worked in the order for two printing offices, a satellite channel, for an agency for national newspapers and magazines. In television, always as an intern, I had a role in collecting and preparing the day's news of the launches for the news, I was two months and then I ran away perspective view of the non-existent. It took me a year to pay those two months. Basically the money I spent on telephone reminders to the administration.
In the newspapers I worked for everything to work: costume, film, economy, judiciary and media. I worked completely free for six months (do not call slavery, was another stage) for a large publishing group. Of course, not even the shadow of recruitment. As the second director colleagues and I was good I could continue working. Of course, the songs written previously considered a kind gift my company. But patience. Do not be perhaps the bones in this business? The mess has fortified generations of journalists? The point is that soon I will be 10 years that I arrange to do this job and I just arranged. Unprotected, with no certainty about the future and without a salary that allows me not to dine but to pay for the Billionaire home and survive. Backed only by an increasingly irrational passion for this work.
Now perceived as a smokescreen the phrase "you can use the newspaper as a window to let you know, even if you pay little and do not assume." If I wanted to be on show I went to Amsterdam! That definitely something I'd scrape together more than 20 000 pounds per 50 lines (salary when I worked for the agency). To save me from perdition, however, the oldest profession in the world has reached yet another stage. With just over € 800 per month I can say today that they have a fixed salary (while it lasts) in a national newspaper. And I do intern interviews, magazine cover, owner of the parts, design pages, find news and write, kneading agencies, select and prioritize as would a news editor or director with far superior to my old age. And instead of thanking me for all these possibilities that are offered here to write a piece anonymous coward on my insatiable exploitation ... Youth.
forget that external stakeholders are a journalist, for all purposes. In fact I have direct dial telephone, computer and e-mail business. unfortunate that after more than eight years working in the world of newspapers, hundreds of articles written and many compliments I have considered worthy of any stage. I ask no more. I do not want the manager, I do not control anything. I want to make the editor ordianrio for life. I just want to write. The ultimate career for me would be sent, not the director. But where are the newspapers that are still posted, as the figure no longer exists even in the contract? but what is the point then for me to talk about career nearly thirty years if they are not even the first step? What is the point imagine a pension to a contract who has never seen, condemned to be an intern for life?
Letter signed
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