FROM THE EDITOR ELEANOR BLACK
T high school, career guidance counsellors seemed like gods to me; uniquely insightful people who could look at my aptitude and character, assess future employment trends and figure out what would be the right job for me.
All those binders in the library, all those options. But then, it was a career counsellor who convinced me to take Latin and three kinds of science. The only thing I have ever failed is fifth-form physics, so thanks for that. Amo, amas, I can’t.
I was told at various times that I would do well as a lawyer or psychotherapist or sociologist or university lecturer or human resources consultant. None of these seemed quite right, but I pursued the HR suggestion, all the way to a degree in organisational communication.
It was Not the Right Career for me. I was so bored by the time I got my diploma that I dived into a poorly paid reporting job at a local newspaper and, well, here we are. When my first story, about a tuatara being toured around Gisborne schools, made the front page, I was hooked.
Matt Chisholm, the cheeky-chappy broadcaster who is fronting New Zealand’s version of Survivor, was a banker for a while. Presumably that was never a comfortable fit. TV is a more obvious environment for his bouncy enthusiasm and highly mobile face. Not forgetting that he knows how to tell a stonker of a story.
Read Britt Mann’s profile on page 8 to learn how his incredible brother inspires him.
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