The combination of journalism and collection of tomatoes, triggered by the good on TG4 Emilio Fede (see previous post rightly angry response with a freelance) continues to tickle the fancy of gentlemen precarious. This time he writes a contributor to Rovigo, starting from his personal experience, comes to deny the Faith: Dear Emily, mistakes, picking fruit, "fruit" far beyond the gathering of news ... Raffaele Bonanni has suddenly realized that not all journalists are part of the "caste" who earn salaries from dream to warm a chair in the newsroom. Emilio Fede denies that a reporter from the TG4 earn less than a bin of tomatoes.
I never had the chance to work for TG4 and so far I have only experimented with the fruit picking, for a wage at the time of 7900 pounds per hour for eight hours a day. Years after this successful experience in the primary, I started working for a local newspaper (The Voice of Rovigo, the names do) to pay € amazing five-piece, three euro if the piece was short. The first salary on seven items, was EUR 30. I still remember the time when I went to the bank to cash the check, the total amusement of the cashier. After some time I was made a contract to € 120 per month. Definitely less than I earned working in the orchard. In reality, the money began to flow in my pocket only after eight to nine months, when I had already fired in a very argumentative, complaining that I was working for free to enrich the director and the administrator. After this rewarding experience, in the grip of masochism continue to write for a month (the city) would pay € 0.003 to go (!). In practice three Euros for a piece of a thousand jokes. Even with this prestigious collaboration I could not buy the boat to Gallipoli, so I softened the first month, then found work at the Corriere del Veneto, where work is still a thousand grumbling. The pay is fantastic, compared to € 5 a time. For a long time coming along to take even € 25 gross. Pity that a) the computer, internet connection, telephone and the car is at my expense, b) open the Courier shriveled, especially the page of Rovigo, do not allow ourselves to write enough to get by. The Association of Journalists, then, ask me 100 € a year for the card, while the Inpgi takes almost two salaries for contributions in a single blow.
To be able to afford the luxury of being a journalist, I work somewhere else, where among other things begin to realize what a place of serious work: a firm commitment, for example, I get paid a fixed salary, which strangely I can go shopping and pay the bills. Do you think that in this reign of Bengodi, if I make a trip by car to work, I will be refunded! And if I'm hurting, I have insurance protection. Do not believe it.
conclude with something I wanted to put the part in the attack. Given that for many it is normal for a journalist working in the conditions described above, I thought to propose a little game to do all along: try to imagine if the Carabinieri worked in this way. To you the pleasure of developing the whole series of gags and hilarious situations with police protagonists temporary, part time, which must be paid only from the middle of the steering wheel, working in more seats per day to make ends meet, etc.. etc.. You could draw a nice sit-com to broadcast after TG4.
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