Rick McGinniss is now a former TV critic with Metro, the Toronto freebie commuter paper. He describes getting the axe (see this post).
From Life With Father: (seen first at Twitter, but actually posted Feb. 5)
I KNEW SOMETHING WAS WRONG when my boss led me past her office, past the lunchroom and the accounting department, to the publisher's office where I noticed the company HR person and the union shop steward already waiting.
It took me a moment to realize what was happening, but once it started, I couldn't wait for it to be over. What made it so awful was the tedious scripting of the whole thing, and the boilerplate language: "unfortunately we've had to eliminate some positions ... I'm sorry to have to tell you ... just tell Ruth what you'd like her to get from your desk..."I call my wife on her Blackberry, tell her I'll be home soon, and we arrange to meet in a coffee shop to talk about how to tell the girls.
The cab arrives, and I walk outside. It's a bright winter day, the light and the cold both sharp and urgent. My unemployed life begins now.