
This week I turned down the televison industry's equivalent of the starting centerfielder's job with the NY Yankees.
A company I worked for 12 years ago called last week and offered me my dream job. I had applied for and was turned down for this same job 3 seperate times since 1991. This time I was the one who said no.
This company has more money than God. They told me the salary would be a lot more than I am making now. They told me they'd help sell our house. They'd help with relocating. I'd be working with some great people...experienced professionals...some of the best photographers in the business. Then they started playing dirty.
They told me I'd be an intergral part of the management team. They told me about the new state of the art equipment they were getting. They talked about planning capital budgets with real money....not the pennies I work with now. It would be working for one of the best stations in the country...a dominant #1 in a top 10 market. Great station...great toys....great people...great facility.....
WRONG CITY...WRONG TIME.
To take this job it would mean either my wife would be a part time parent to her kids...or I'd be a part time parent to Sarah. I've known friends who did this and their careers flourished. I can't.
I know how miserable I would be seeing Sarah just 2 days a week and I can't ask my wife to do the same thing with her kids.
So I continue as the manager of the Toledo Mud Hens.....dealing with twenty-somethings who don't know what they are doing....a boss who watches pennies like Ebenezer Scrooge...on the last place team in a top 30 market.
C'mon boys and girls....let's tow the live truck to the plane crash and make some news.
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