By Renee Petrina | December 4th, 2009
In the photo department of my last newsroom, certain staffers are notorious for taping phone receivers to the desks. Not to be outdone, the graphics department gift-wrapped a full cubicle, down to each pen on the artist’s desk.
In Jacksonville, Fla., our sports department once paraded through after deadline with an inflatable green alien on a makeshift bier. Said alien had been popped in a tragic newsroom “accident.” The replacement alien, found on eBay, now has a very active Facebook page.
In the latest edition of AJR, Carl Sessions Stepp offers “A Eulogy for Old Newsrooms” — basically a long, wistful piece about the good old days. It’s an interesting read, no doubt. But I’m curious if Generation J is as boring as those who came before would like to think.
I am quite sure that progress has improved newsrooms — the stories of boozing, smoking and sexism in the offices of yore make me cringe. But the next generation isn’t all dullsville.
So I ask you, younger journalists, to share your stories of fun, of quirks and camaraderie, of pranks. Comment away!