While iPhoto imports this next bolus of photos, I’ve got just enough time to pimp John Hawkins’ tale of woe: “The St. Valentine’s Day Job Massacre Or Alternately Freedom, Horrible Freedom!”
When I, along with all the other techs where I work, received an email two weeks ago asking every employee in tech support to report for an off-site meeting on Valentine’s Day, we weren’t sure what to think.
My departure from the newspaper went basically the same way. Because we published Monday through Friday, we all had Friday off — the Friday edition naturally went out on Thursday night. So when I got a call from the boss asking me to come to an all-hands at the office on Friday, I just knew in my gut that something was up.
In a way, John’s story is worse than mine. We were all just flat-out laid off. He was offered a complimentary screw job on the way out the door. He’s got bigger balls than I have, though. He now declares, without even the slightest hint of irony, that he’s a professional blogger. Me? I’m a freelancer, by God. When I can get it.
Anyway, go read John’s tale of woe, and if you haven’t already, add him to your daily blog reading list. And go click on every single one of his ads. Help keep him fed.
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