Holy cow. I lost my job yesterday.
I was editor/writer for the arts and recreation section of our local newspaper, and last week, the publisher called me in and told me they were making some major changes to my section. Okay, I said.
He told me my duties and pay would be the same, but the format/style of the section would be "evolving." Okay, I said.
This week, there were a couple of meetings I wasn't invited to, that had to do with this "evolution." As if that wasn't enough of a red flag, I had to call my publisher four times on Friday to ask him what the heck was going on? (I *did* telecommute from home four days a week, and he has always been readily available for questions/communication until now.)
Long story short, I had to track him down to ask him what was up, and when I did, he finally told me the "evolution" of my section no longer included my participation because I'm too expensive. Ouch. Double ouch.
Okay, whining over. Is there a little pixie dust out there for me?
Daisy
I was editor/writer for the arts and recreation section of our local newspaper, and last week, the publisher called me in and told me they were making some major changes to my section. Okay, I said.
He told me my duties and pay would be the same, but the format/style of the section would be "evolving." Okay, I said.
This week, there were a couple of meetings I wasn't invited to, that had to do with this "evolution." As if that wasn't enough of a red flag, I had to call my publisher four times on Friday to ask him what the heck was going on? (I *did* telecommute from home four days a week, and he has always been readily available for questions/communication until now.)
Long story short, I had to track him down to ask him what was up, and when I did, he finally told me the "evolution" of my section no longer included my participation because I'm too expensive. Ouch. Double ouch.
Okay, whining over. Is there a little pixie dust out there for me?
Daisy

