10.05.2016

My quest to get hired at the BBC: Paying the way in

Money may not be able to buy happiness, but for a total of £25.95, I got through the doors and into BBC studios, and really, that’s close enough for me. 

The outside of BBC Birmingham's studios.
Photo by Yasmin Jaswal

I managed to keep my emotions in check and didn’t burst into tears (of joy) when I walked through the sliding glass doors into the BBC Birmingham headquarters. I want to say it’s because I’m an adult who’s in complete control of my emotions, but in reality I think it’s because I was expecting something much larger and obvious.

Instead, the studio is on the third floor of The Mailbox, a building made up of different office spaces and a lot of high-end shops I wouldn’t expect anyone earning a journalism salary to be able to afford. It’s definitely not what I had imagined the home of one of the biggest broadcasting companies in the world to look like, even in the (somewhat) smaller market of Birmingham. I’m not the only one who felt that way. A man actually walked in and after looking around for a few minutes said, “I saw the beautiful display of flowers in the window and came in. I had no idea it was a TV studio.”

I ended up in Birmingham after a last-minute decision to take a BBC tour. I would have booked a tour in London’s studios, but when I checked on the website, that idea was shot down with a message that read, “We’re sorry but the tour of BBC Broadcasting House in London is no longer operating.” Later on I found out this was probably because most of the filming previously done at the BBC Broadcasting House had been moved to Manchester. Such a shame.   

Originally, I had planned to be at the Birmingham studios sometime during my trip, because through the magic of social media, I found out I shared a mutual friend with one of the radio personalities who works there. Unfortunately, despite connecting ahead of my visit, that all fell through, and it wasn’t looking like I’d be able to ever get into my dream newsroom – even as a visitor.

So I took matters into my own hands, and on Monday night I booked the £9.95 ticket for the Tuesday morning tour. I also found a fairly cheap round-trip train ticket to Birmingham (instead of paying something ridiculous like £48 one way, I paid a total of £16. Talk about savings!). It was a small expense considering the experience.


The view on the main level of the studio.
Photo by Yasmin Jaswal

After walking around the fairly small first floor in awe for about 10 minutes, I finally started interacting with the other people on the tour. There was a lovely couple who watched and listened to BBC programming and had always wanted to be part of the tour, and a journalism student who was on the same wavelength as me – she said her plan was to come on these tours every week and harass the people she saw until she got a job.

The tour was informative and in-depth (kind of like the BBC's programming), and we got to see the newsroom, the BBC academy (where all new employees receive their training), the web area (the majority of online content is produced at the Birmingham location), the main studio where BBC Midlands is filmed, the gallery (where the crew who help put together the news broadcasts are during the show), the radio studios, and even the room where the engineers work.


         
News desk for the BBC Midlands program.
Photo by Yasmin Jaswal
Partial view from the producer's chair in the gallery.
Photo by Yasmin Jaswal
     

What struck me the most during the tour was the fact that despite all the similarities, there are quite a few differences when it comes to creating news broadcasts at the BBC compared to Canadian news organizations.

Some of these differences are minor. For example, at my current workplace, we use Burli to record, edit and produce our newscasts. At the BBC, a program called RadioMan is used for radio shows. 

One of the major differences is the fact that for every story aired, the producer is required to confirm the details it by contacting three verified and trustworthy sources. Until this happens, the organization cannot share the information. That is definitely not how we do things at my current news station, although it is something I’d be willing to put into practice.

My favourite part of the tour?

Um, ALL OF IT. Duh.

Okay. I really did have a favourite part. When we all went to see the gallery, we were told to sit in whatever seats our hearts desired. I was first in the room, so I had first pick, and I chose the seat that gave me a good view of everything. After we’d all settled in, our guide started explaining how news happens, and the roles of each person in the chairs. Turns out, completely by accident, I’d sat in the producer’s chair. After that came out, I contemplated refusing to leave my spot until the BBC got me to sign a two-year contract as an employee, because Hello, this was fate. Instead, I just shared a photo of my very excited self in the seat on Snapchat (along with many other photos from the tour).  

By the time the tour came to an end, I hadn’t managed to run into anyone who could get me a job there. I did, however, get rid of any bit of doubt I had about my dream. While it’s next to impossible, it’s what I want more than anything at this point in my life. And that’s enough to make me work harder than ever to make it happen. 

Because let’s be honest; I can fork over £10 for a tour, but getting a job with BBC London would be priceless.  

10.01.2016

My quest to get hired at the BBC: First World problems

You know your life is pretty great when one of the biggest problems you’re dealing with is not being able to find a place with free Wi-Fi.

Trying to find free Wi-Fi in London is
not as easy as some might expect.
Photo by Gobind Prihar. 

And yes, I used the word “problem.” For the journalist in me who wants to live-tweet all the things happening as I walk the streets of London (where I am more often than not lost because I can’t use Google Maps), it totally counts as one.

That being said, since I’m not here covering major news stories (or any news, really), it might actually be a blessing that I can’t tweet whatever comes to mind. I’ve had some pretty unintelligent moments during my three weeks here, and I could end up sabotaging myself online before even getting a chance to prove I’m a half-decent journalist. Not ideal.

Also, as mentioned a bit earlier, not knowing where I am is another problem I have here. My sense of direction is already absolutely terrible. Add in London’s lack of proper signage when it comes to displaying street names (I never appreciated those poles we have on every street corner at home that tell you what intersection you’re at before this trip) and you’re just asking for trouble. I kick it old school by writing down directions and using an actual map to try and figure out where I am and where I need to be, but most of the time these steps don’t help. Luckily, Londoners seem to quickly pick up on the fact that I’m hopelessly lost, and are very willing to offer assistance. I’m just thankful I don’t have to be at any news conferences or live on scene anywhere, because I’d be late… all the time.


One of the easier to see street signs
on a building in London.
Photo by Gobind Prihar

Not sounding like I’m completely confused when I talk to locals is an issue as well. Sure, I meet kind people who try to answer my questions and will sometimes correct me when I use wrong terms, but it doesn’t leave a good impression when you seem like you have no clue what’s happening, especially as a journalist. It’s key to be sure about things and make confident statements. I can’t convince news editors and directors – or the general public – that I can report on London’s day-to-day news stories if I can’t even properly order a latte to go. (Is it “may I have a latte in a takeaway cup,” “may I have a latte to takeaway,” or “may I have a latte as a takeaway”? I still don’t know.)

Now, I realize all of these things are just , and I want to clarify that I definitely realize how fortunate I am. I’m in London on vacation for an entire month. I have a wonderful and very supportive group of family members and friends. I have a roof over my head, food in my fridge, and a bed to sleep in every night. I don’t worry about my safety, I’ve never had to think twice about my right to vote or go to school, and I have so many opportunities to chase my absurd and very-unlikely-to-come-true dreams (like the one that inspired this blog series).


I'm not immune to complaining about my First World problems.
But then I remember: I'm in London chasing my dream.
Life's pretty great.
Photo by Yasmin Jaswal

Despite all of this, I’m still not immune to complaining about the First World problems I deal with. Maybe I can add becoming someone who doesn't complain to my list of big dreams to chase, right after not needing Google to ensure I don’t get lost. But until I get that BBC job, I don't see either of those goals being achieved. Sorry. 

If you want more from my trip, check out my Instagram and Twitter accounts (I update them when I do have Wi-Fi. Obviously).