My Job Sucks

I just finished "The Devil Wears Prada" (go on mock me for my movie choice again, I don't care), and I think I have the male version of Miranda as my boss. Seriously. I'm waiting for him to make me pick up his latte on my way into work — though I think he makes his assistant, who wasn't hired to be an assistant, do that right now. She's on the verge of quitting, though. So soon that job will fall to me. I just know it.

The tally so far:
3 reporters
1 new media editor
2 editorial page staffers

That's a lot of people for a paper our size. We're hemorrhaging...my immediate boss said he read an article in the Atlantic Monthly about the situation in newspapers and it's called a suicide spiral. There's a pool on who will quit next. My money is on the afore mentioned assistant and the city government reporter. My immediate boss, has his money on me and a business reporter.

It's really kind of sad when you think about it.