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Friday, May 19, 2006

That's the way the career crumbles

So, Dose = dead. I've been drunk for two days and still haven't quite come to terms with it yet (hopefully, day three of drunk will bring clarity). For me, Dose was a pretty kick-ass job: I came in at 10 a.m., I told some people to do some things, I edited some things, when I felt like it, I wrote some things, I interviewed some cool people and basically did whatever I wanted with the slice of the paper I played with. It was like the grownup Gateway.

I'm bummed because Dose is gone, but I'm really bummed that I won't see those cool people every day. I've been kept on at CanWest, a cockroach left after the atomic bomb, but today after everything was gone from the big huge desk we sat in and as I wandered around Canada.com's cubical-stuffed area, I realized all the energy left in that building, and for the most part CanWest, had just been kicked out. Then I got an e-mail warning me about inappropriate language in a story I'd sent over for other papers to publish. Sigh.

RIP. Anyone wanna hire me?

11 Comments:

Anonymous iain said...

That photo of the Dose box reminded me: The boxes are already being removed from the streets of Edmonton. Less than 24 hours after I got the call, the box that I normally visit for my own copy of the paper had been carted away, with little to indicate that the box, or the paper, had ever existed in the first place.

It's little things like this that have been slowly eating away at me, and jolting me back to the understanding that my paper no longer exists. While at the Brazil-Canada soccer game at Commonwealth tonight, I realized that it was the last listing I published in the paper. While at the University transit station on Thursday night, I watched someone pull a day-old copy of the paper out of the box, which will likely be the last time that I get to see someone pick up a copy of the paper (along with the strange feeling of satisfaction that goes along with it). On Wednesday, several hours after the announcement, I watched as people at the bus stop read through their copies, unaware that they were holding the last paper that we would ever produce.

It's the little things that bring it home.

Any similar moments from my fellow former Dosers?

12:45 AM

 
Blogger Superdude said...

DOn't stop writing exactly how you want to write, or they'll get your soul, too. That's what happened to me, and I don't want to write at all now. Keep it the same.
They have editors. They can deal with "inappropriate language." Fuck them, and the AIDS horse they fucked in on.

7:28 AM

 
Blogger Superdude said...

To all the lost Dosers!
It's vacation time! Come out to Halifax. We'll go fishing. Really.

7:40 AM

 
Anonymous collin said...

If it makes you feel any better...
We had a tough decision to make on front art the other day. We had clear crisp photos of a) a firefighter being given oxygen after an apartment blaze b) several resisdent in blankets watching flames devour their lives c) a police take down of five youths on the ground after a gun call d) probably the best stand alone of the year -- a mini van that was on the receiving end of the contents of a flying 20-gallon paint can when another truck overturned in traffic.
We chose to go with -- you guessed it -- a picture of our publisher on a tandem bicycle!!!
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh (pant, pant) Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!

12:06 PM

 
Anonymous collin said...

Okay, I should give a little advice, considering that 18 months ago I was exactly where most Dosers are right now.
a) This is totally not your fault. b) Every person who's ever worked in publishing can absolutely relate to what's happened to you. c) Scotch and videa games solve all of life's problem but only for a little while. d) After the Krispy Kreme's wear off (no more than a week) take a few days, seriously think about where you are and what you want to do. e) Figure out how to do it. f) Do it.
Do them in order and try not to repeat any of the steps. -- CG

12:17 PM

 
Anonymous Heather said...

Yeah, totally. It's a shitty break, but I'm pretty over it now. Time to move on and dust off the resume. So, who hasn't been humped over by CanWest yet? They've gotten Colin, Mike, Neil, Chris, Christie, Dan, Iain and me. Wooooo!

2:51 PM

 
Blogger enthrall said...

CanWest still owes me $35.

10:20 PM

 
Blogger Dave said...

On the bright side, at least this ends months of posting apathy! I hope our lives aren't only worth writing about when they suck.

2:43 PM

 
Anonymous Heather said...

Yeah, yeah. OK, I promise to post something positive after I got to Winnipeg next weekend. I'm going to a very unconventional wedding. The drummer in Trevor's band is getting married, but instead of a church, they rented out a club. Instead of a minister they are getting a bunch of bands to play. Instead of presents they are charging cover to pay for the wedding. Can you say rock and roll? Should be good times.

4:45 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Come on everyone! Dose was a shitty paper. You're better off.

1:41 PM

 
Blogger Chris! said...

Anonymous, you're mentally retarded, right?

1:02 AM

 

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