I’m going to give it a try.
I finally got someone to give me a job.
And it means I’m heading home in a way. I cryptically asked Twitter if you can go back again. I received one particularly poignant response:
@that_angela depends on how felt when you left
— Mr. So (@so77) October 16, 2012
It does depend on the leaving. And there’s really two prongs to that for me:
1. I was forced out of newspapers in 2006, laid off by the Calgary Sun. It was devastating. I don’t think I ever really recovered from it. I don’t think I ever really fit into the marketing and communications world, certainly not the corporate world of drone mentality.
2. I moved to Calgary from Kamloops, B.C. I was in a toxic relationship with a douche who felt it was his responsibility to belittle me. He called it ‘keeping me grounded.’ While I was convinced at the time he was my forever, leaving him behind was the best thing that happened to me in the 20-aughts.
And at the time, I had outgrown Kamloops. I always had big-city dreams, particularly of Calgary, and I couldn’t say no to the opportunity presented to me by (my now long-time friend) Martin Hudson.
I’m excited to go back. I feel like I have unfinished business in the newspaper world. I feel like I have to prove to myself that the Sun made one of their worst moves ever by letting me go.
That in my heart and soul, I’m a journalist who bleeds the black ink of a newspaper.
So yeah, I have to pack up my house and hit the road for Kamloops, B.C., where I will be an Associate News Editor for the Kamloops Daily News … maybe I’ll even be able to teach a few businesses and people about social media. Start an #SMBLoops even.
You can go back again. Believe that.