By Daniel Riordan
Newspaper people are typically a grumpy lot.
You walk into most newsrooms and sit for more than five minutes and you’re going to hear a lot of complaining.
Several factors play into this.
First of all, I think you have to be a misanthrope to become a journalist. Which is weird because you spend so much of your time dealing with people.
Then you work often when your friends and family are off. There are many nights and weekends.
Even when you spend a Friday night covering something mildly entertaining, you have to head into the office and pore over notes while everyone else gets to go home.
And unless you work at a big newspaper, you most likely make what an assistant manager at Walmart would make.
Newspapers cut staff to stay profitable so typically your job is what two or three people did 20 years ago.
But despite all that I’m thankful to be a newspaper guy.
I find it incredibly rewarding to put out a newspaper every day. Whether people really read it or not.
I’m lucky that I get to do this for a living.
Despite all its drawbacks, I still get to sit in an office, at a computer, in a temperature -controlled room and basically write and design pages.
I don’t work in a sweatshop.
I don’t work 18 hour days every week.
I don’t have to work outside and deal with the elements or work in some dangerous environment.
There are so many people out there who have it way worse than I do.
I have my health.
I’m not battling brain cancer as a close friend of mine is.
I’m lucky enough to still have my parents around.
I’m thankful that I have family that cares about me.
And I know if I lost everything tomorrow, they’d have my back.
There are so many people in the world who have nobody to depend on but themselves.
I’m thankful for a great set of friends.
I don’t get to see them as much as I would like but I know they too will always be there for me.
Thanksgiving is a time for good food and family.
But it’s also time to gain a little perspective.
I’m as guilty of this as anyone.
I get into my own bubble. I think my problems are the worst problems in the world.
When in reality, my problems don’t even rate.
I have a roof over my head. I don’t have to worry about where my next meal is coming from.
I have a steady paycheck.
I have a support system of family and friends.
Is life perfect? No.
But comparatively speaking I have it pretty darn good.
I know you have your own problems. And I don’t want to step in someone else's shoes.
But just, if only for a minute today, think of those less fortunate.
And be thankful.
As much as I like to complain, I am as thankful as they come.