On January 1st, 2017 he barraged my phone with angry texts during the newscast because I ‘did not issue a ‘First Alert’ when it stormed badly at his house thirty minutes prior’.
The GM, is (y'all my mother always said if you can’t say anything nice don’t say anything at all, so the rest of this sentence is going to be blank) _. The only solace I found was knowing that my co-workers felt the same, so at least I knew I wasn’t crazy. I would come home and burst into tears on a weekly basis.
This battle was really taking a toll on my mind and body. I really wanted to make a difference, and I was, but local TV has become more about ads and revenue, then about stories that actually will help people, so it’s an uphill battle. With a history of depression, it was really taking a toll on my mental health. I (like everyone else in the business) was overworked, underappreciated and underpaid. After two years in the TV business, I was on the verge of a major mental breakdown. But how does a TV Meteorologist go from a family friendly TV personality to a raunchy gay bar trophy boy? Well, it’s pretty fucking easy. A few days later, I was dancing on the bar at Touch Bar & Nightclub in El Paso, Texas.
It was totally unexpected - not me wanting to quit - but rather, the fact that I actually did it. On January 1st, 2017 I told my boss via text, “I quit”.
