Tribune hacks and slashes and gouges

Ever since I got into newspapers, my goal was to work at the Chicago Tribune.

Fuck you, Sam Zell.

 

Ten minutes ago, Sako's bio was still up.

Now it's not.

Fucking hell.

 

I'm canceling my subscription, effective immediately. Tomorrow will be the first day of my adult life that the Chicago Tribune doesn't come to my door. It's the least I can do for my brethren, none of whom I knew other than in passing, but we're all on the same team here.

 

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Waylon, if this thread is any indication, you'll continue to receive the trib for quite a while. Or at least until they stop printing.

 

Same here.

I spent my time as a college student, fairly recently, in Chicago reading many of these names every morning and dreaming of someday being their colleague. Several of them, including Melissa Isaacson, took the time to come in and speak to our classes. Good luck to all of them.

I sit here now, as comfortable in terms of job security as one could ever be all things considered, but still numb. Many have said it more eloquently, but it's really been weighing on my mind lately: the only dream job left in journalism is one that's stable. I am happy I have that, but it's sure not what drew me into this business.

 

I've always liked Melissa's writing. Every day is shit. Every fucking day.

 

Word for word. It was my goal, too.

 

There were many, many years where I didn't think my life would be complete unless I worked at the Trib full-time. Even for one day. Kind of like a guy who gets an at-bat in the bigs or a garbage minute in game 82 of the NBA season. It would keep me up at night -- "Will I ever get the call?"

Not that I was still hanging onto it by this point anyway, but I think the dream just died a little bit more for a lot of us today.

 

Unfortunately, I think most of us in our 30s realize the dream of working at the paper we admired growing up is long dead. All we can do is come up with new dreams, like the one you've found.

 

I understand how you feel, believe me...but it does seem like a slap in the face of the remaining staff, also our brethren.

 

Same here. Sad day all around.

 

I know the feeling in a sense. My last shop certainly wasn't the majors. Hell, it wasn't even a mid-major. But I once harbored dreams of working at The Washington Post. Don't know if that's going to happen now.

I know The Post and The Chicago Tribune are two different papers, but still. Today is, to quote my girl, "just one more chip off an already broken heart."