Thursday, 04 December 2008
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The luxuries of working at a Magazine
My eyes feel like they're about to fall out of my head. The chair that I sit in makes this rubbing sound, almost like a whoopie cushion, every time I move around in it. I'm on facebook, gmail and myspace more than anything while I'm at work, and I get to read all the magazines that I can get my hands on.
What does that tell you?
I do research, I look things up and half the time, I'm writing emails to people who I know aren't going to write back. What an internship? Aren't they all supposed to be shitty like this? And now here's the time... Today was labeled Black Thursday by the media. Why? Because they're laying off people left and right.
This is the time for the new media; how are we going to make ours stick? What's the question here? What's the problem here? Is democracy going down the drain? Naw, I don't think it's going that far, but there is a definite issue with where the media is going and what it means for America.
Snip*Snip*Snip* There they go, one by one. Being knocked off like flies. What happens when they call your name? Does it feel like they're taking you out of a Nazi camp, lining you up at the door to the gas chamber and pushing you in? Does it feel like you're going to the doctor to get a tooth taken out and they do it without any pain medications? How does it feel to know that you're losing your job that you worked so hard to get in a competative market? How does it feel to know that where you've been for the last 10, 12, 15 years is finally saying, enough is enough. Sorry the economy's bad, but you're gone? Where do you go then?
My big question is for those editors and producers who've been laid off recently. Where are you going now? What are you going to do now when there's hardly anyone hiring because everyone is laying each other off? Do you go back to journalism or do you look elsewhere? What are you going to do? How are you going to climb that ladder back to where you were? Is it going to take another 10-20 years? Aren't you too old to find a job like that?
I'm not saying, I'm JUST saying. Key. Key component.
Who am I to talk? I'm not even getting paid for doing the shit that I do.Why do I have to write at all? Ugh. The needs of the wandering mind.
If only I didn't live at home. Sorry, 'rents. I'd be doing better for myself. Maybe I should apply to that job outside of journalism...
Grace.



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