April 7, 2011 by Kat Richter
One peanut butter brownie, one raspberry mocha, and one entire box of Annie’s Whole Wheat Alfredo Pasta, I’m feeling better (if a bit fat). Not only did City’s Best begin the process of giving me (and all of its other freelancers) the pink slip yesterday but I also chaperoned a field trip to the local elementary school with my preschoolers.
We visited two kindergarten classes in order to “demystify” the “real school” experience for those in our program who will be moving on next year. It was demystifying all right: no wonder north Philly is such a mess. No wonder the city ranks sixth in the nation for gun violence (and first for black homicide victims). No wonder the high school students I see on the subway have no respect for themselves or each other; I wouldn’t either if I’d gone to a school like that.
And the school we visited (with its disgusting lunch room, its dusty, overcrowded classrooms and its school nurse who may or may not be there next year depending on budget cuts) was—or so I’m told— one of the better ones.
So yeah, the fact that City’s Best will be “releasing” all of its freelancers in order to move towards a staff writer model (in response to its “integration” with Huffington Post) isn’t the end of the world. It’s the end of my column (and the end of my ability to “expense” my cocktails and late-night cab fares), but it’s certainly not the end of the world, nor is it the end of my writing career.
I’ll simply move onto something better, now that I’ve got a few more clips and the promise of a recommendation for my editor, and this time I’ll be smarter about kill fees and contracts and making myself known to those at the top so that when they haul out the “corporate guillotine” I’ll be amongst the last to go, not the first. (Thanks for that line, by the way, Rob.)
I’m not sure if my last column (scheduled to publish today) will actually run (and neither is my editor) but you can click here sometime after 3:00pm EST to see if it’s up.
Until next time, thank you all for your lovely comments yesterday (I particularly enjoyed the debate between Taylor and Nick) and thank you to my dear friend and former flat mate Florence for sending me two whole boxes of Belgian chocolate on what amounted to a rather sucky day.
I will leave you today with two photographs (an ode to Philadelphia’s Cherry Blossom Festival).
(And no, these are not Photoshopped.)
PS: I’m now doing what I should have done ages ago: reading about the Huffington Post buyout. Turns out its extremely complicated… see below (or just get ready for tomorrow’s Single Male Friday instead; it’s going to be much more fun!)