new development on old news.
So some years ago I ended up quitting the Tulane Hullabaloo more or less due to a profound indignity I had to suffer that was an unfortunate wakeup call to the fact that the real world is not a meritocracy. I had been passed over for a promotion everyone knew I deserved to Chief Copy Editor in favor of the girl the editor in chief was shtupping.
This was a girl who on thursdays before the paper went to press, if she showed up at all, she showed up late and left early and missed big things. After she edited stories I used to have to go over them again and catch what she missed. I stayed in there all night with the incumbent chief until the job was done, and no story I edited EVER got through looking less than professionally done. No copy errors and no style errors either.
So the editor has the nerve to try and ask me to stay. He had no response when I called him on it. I told him he could forget it. I continued to write opinion articles for Kat, the opinions editor at the time. But I refused to edit under his girlfriend, who was an incompetent airhead, drove off anyone with any sense at all, and ended up basically flushing the paper down the toilet for a while copy editing wise, which more or less put it out of the running for a lot of awards.
Well I was looking on facebook at suggested friends and there this broad was, with the old editors last name. Its good to know he didnt just give me the shaft for any old college floozie. He screwed me out of the position I had earned for his future wife.
This was a girl who on thursdays before the paper went to press, if she showed up at all, she showed up late and left early and missed big things. After she edited stories I used to have to go over them again and catch what she missed. I stayed in there all night with the incumbent chief until the job was done, and no story I edited EVER got through looking less than professionally done. No copy errors and no style errors either.
So the editor has the nerve to try and ask me to stay. He had no response when I called him on it. I told him he could forget it. I continued to write opinion articles for Kat, the opinions editor at the time. But I refused to edit under his girlfriend, who was an incompetent airhead, drove off anyone with any sense at all, and ended up basically flushing the paper down the toilet for a while copy editing wise, which more or less put it out of the running for a lot of awards.
Well I was looking on facebook at suggested friends and there this broad was, with the old editors last name. Its good to know he didnt just give me the shaft for any old college floozie. He screwed me out of the position I had earned for his future wife.