First layoff experience = NOT GOOD

After random newspeople shook my hand, wished me much luck yesterday, then cleaned out their desks and pretended not to cry while making cop calls - we find out that a grand total of zero individuals from the newsroom were outed.

Advertising and circulation were hit pretty bad. The Detail Department is all but gone. All of our open positions were annihilated.

But no one on our side left today.

Today...

I know I'm new to the professional j-industry, but I was told by newsroom veterans that they'd never experienced anything quite like this. It says a lot when these kinds of fuckups and future-driven fortune cookies make me want to sell my soul to a stable job in PR.

Blog #153

Today's highlights:

Experiencing Five Guy's for the first time. Watching cookie-cutter shark attack reenactments on the Discovery Channel. Listening to my dad threaten to drive four hours up here to kick my ass if I don't call him back. Refusing to call him back. Reminding myself that I abhor talking on IM. Realizing that there is a strange mold-like discoloration on my ceiling. Talking myself out of buying an iPod. Talking myself out of buying a PS2. Talking myself out of buying a hybrid (or any new car). Snickering at my boss -- who told me to get back to work through his new account on Facebook (OH THE IRON_E).

In other news:

A coworker wants me to start a blog. This makes my blog tally hit somewhere above 10 total. I'm not sure what I'd like to blog about. Perhaps Keith would like to chip in? We could do a blog about being new, young, enthusiastic and in South Jersey. (Or just in S.J.) Courier-Post would feature it on their Impulse site - the publication geared toward luring young eyeballs and revenue.

Brush your TEETH!

So I'm about 80% done with my last school project EVER. (Unless, of course, I decide to take Gannett up on free tuition and go for my masters.) The task? Create a web site accessible to those with vision, auditory, motor, perceptual and seizure disorders. I think I might be missing a defect here...

Anyway, it looks like crap, but what do you expect? I've a social distribution report to mock up for the Courier-Post, a Twitter report to finalize and a DRPA meeting to film this week.

Even though tonight may be the last chance I have to work on it ... fuck it. I'm going to eat Chipotle and watch Dexter with Keith. Everyone needs a break at some point. Plus Keith's couch has reclining seats. It's 2025 baby!