Every Job I’ve Had: Anti-Sweatshop Agitator, Tutor for the 1%, and More

For one glorious summer, I roamed my old day camp flirting with counselors from around the British empire with 7 year-old girls in tow (a delightful age, too young to distrust adults but old enough to have insights into the universe).

The Physically, Emotionally, and Financially Precarious Life of the Freelance War Reporter

They work hard for little money and put themselves in danger with no security. (“‘Any editor who has told me they will only take my Syria work on spec … I have told them straight: That is a precedent that should never have been set,’ [Ayman Oghanna, a freelance photojournalist and reporter based in Istanbul] wrote. ‘It actively encourages freelancers to take risks and die alone without any support. To be honest, it sickens me.’”) The Observer reports that war correspondents are slowly starting to organize; so far 300 reporters have joined an advocacy group founded by Mr. Oghanna and others.

To further break up any romanticism you may have of war reporting, listen to Kelly McEvers’ hourlong radio story Diary of a Bad Year.

What I Learned Working The Graveyard Shift

Recently, I had become a night guy, one of the go-tos for the 3 and 4 a.m. shifts. That made me part of an unfortunate demographic, the estimated 20 percent of the workforce in developed countries working the overnight shift, a population prone to sleep deprivation, weakened immune systems, and a host of possible medical conditions from high blood pressure to diabetes, even cancer.