I'm spending today in an environmental seminar for journalists put on by an outfit by the Institutes for Journalism and Natural Resources.
When you go to events like this, you meet up with reporters from other newspapers. Lately, for the last few years, meeting your colleagues has been a depressing exercise: You swap stories about layoffs, the closing of bureaus, the elimination of beats, etc. There's more coming: This week, the next round of layoffs in the newsroom of the Cleveland Plain Dealer is going to be announced.
I heard a good story today about how one poor fellow at the Columbus Dispatch lost his job. The newsroom staffers had been told to stay home until they were informed over the phone whether they still worked there or not.
It seems that one staffer had been there for 20 years, had lots of seniority, and just assumed that he was safe. So he showed up for work and sat down in front of his computer. He then discovered that he could not log in to his account.