So. Looks like I'm not long for the newspaper world. And I have to say I am glad.
It definitely feels like I'm getting out while the getting is good. Although they are telling me they will keep me on as a columnist til the contract is through and I offered up my services as an arts and entertainment correspondent on an as-needed freelance basis.
Moving on feels really good, especially since it means no more 40-minute commute, more money, much better benefits, a really creative and fun company and three weeks of vacation my first year.
In three short weeks, the Times-Call chapter of my life will be effectively over. Which is bittersweet. I have met some amazing and talented people, and I've had some great times. You can't beat getting paid to write about a ride on the back of a scooter, getting paid to watch a world-class theater production, getting paid to vent your thoughts in print. But there are also the not-so-small considerations of student loans, savings, financial breathing room, and just generally having enough scratch to do what you love to do. And so capitalism guides our life decisions . . . but that's another blog altogether.
So I'm moving on. That's the big news. Growing up. Some might say selling out. But it's time.
Meantime, this l'il site will still chug along. The new job, as a proofer at a local ad agency, will mean no longer sitting in front of a PC for eight hours a day, so posts will probably pop up late in the evening, and probably with less than daily frequency. But I'll throw in my .02 on the world's problems when I can.
Wish me luck!