i'm at my desk at the chron as i write this. it's eerily quiet outside the door of my office, but for the most part, it continues to be business as usual.
i just finished up friday cars -- this week a review of the 2009 hyundai genesis and click and clack -- the car talk guys -- talking about spiders in the fuel line.
we've gotten some bulletins from the union reps, but they don't say anything. we're just holding our breath, waiting for hearst to rip off the bandaid.
last tuesday after the big announcement, i teared up when i saw the news on tv, then i became numb. i came home and took to bed with the baby. no dinner. no conversation. dan thoughtfully brought me a chilled glass of chardonnay. i didn't touch it.
but after a day or two of mulling it over, i realized it/we would be ok. the guild will come to some type of agreement (probably including wage freezes, vacation give-backs and reduced bennies), lots of people will lose their jobs, the paper will stumble on.
and if i lose mine, i'll stumble on, too.
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