Beware, Trentonian offering jobs that don't exist

Of course, the reason JRC is so gung-ho to use stringers to cover events in the first place is that they don't want to pay full-time wages or benefits to actual staff members. Then, also, they'll bitch that they want more, more, more, local coverage of local teams (while freezing staff writing positions at the same time).

Plus (according to JRC), you can always find some jackoff working down at Burger King, or shuffling through the unemployment lines, who can write just as well as any staff writer, anyway. It's not like we're talking about an actual profession here.

The sports editors who comply with the mandated cuts in stringer budgets will be written up (and undoubtedly some fired) in a few weeks, because "local coverage" won't be up to snuff. (Those who don't will be fired sooner than that.) Your current staff is already working 40+ hours a week, due to previous staffing cuts reducing available manpower to cover events and turn out pages. How's it going to get done? You figure it out.

 

It's really not a mystery; the SE works 70+ hours a week.

 

And everybody else does too.

Of course, The Company says, for official consumption, that it doesn't want people working off the clock. They even issue memos to that effect.

Then, they present a 70-hour list of things they want done, and if you won't do it, they say, they'll get someone who will. And every couple of months or so, they do it, just so everyone knows they're serious.

 

I am falling to my knees, one of my favorite places to be, to beg the viewers and contributors of this site to stop writing lies that hurt my special daddy. Your cruel and stinging remarks about Matt brought many, many tears to the eyes of my lovely daddy. Now your cruelty has reached the nadir of nastiness. The many, many tears that have gently rolled down the Canadian-born skin of my special daddy's face are now joined by very, very sharp pangs in his oversized heart, a heart that is naturally overfilled with love, kindness, caring and compassion for God's creatures.

Please, for the sake of my special daddy's love filled heart, do not drag Ramón into your sadistic internet inscriptions. Firstly have the common human respect to spell a dear, dear man's name correctly. See that little line above the "O" in Ramón's name? Look at it. LOOK AT IT!

Ramón​

His name is Ramón. Not Ramon. Give this dear, dear man a basic level of human compassion. Secondly, your suggestions about Ramón's relationship with my lovely daddy are deceitful. Ramón is a friend and only a friend. Human beings need friends. Sure I have heard strange noises from upstairs when Daddy and Ramón are alone but my special daddy explained that they were just moving furniture. Sure my lovely daddy has come home with his hair out of place after meeting with Ramón but my special daddy explained that it was very windy outside. Sure it was a surprise to see Ramón walking around the house in just a pink thong with a picture of a Dachsund on it but my special daddy explained to me that Ramón accidently spilled a whole bottle of Diet Tab on his clothes so they needed to be put into the washing machine. Please leave Ramón out of this website in the future.

I could not believe the lies that my lovely daddy would suspend two employees because the hard work of employees bring warmth to my special daddy's heart. The warmth that escapes his heart actually dried up the many, many tears he has shed from your lies as they dripped from his chin and onto his custom crafted suit. So I asked my lovely daddy about the suspensions. My daddy asked me to keep the truth behind those two suspensions a deep kept secret but to save the good standing name of Daddy I feel dutybound to reveal the honest truth. Those two employees were not suspended without their pay. Because of their hard work, Daddy sent each of them to a luxurious overnight spa retreat where they were pampered to new heights of relaxation. Daddy and the two employees conjured up the suspensions story as a way to mask the real story. Daddy did not want their coworkers and other Journal Register employees across the country to mock them for accepting the generous spa gift from my special daddy when it was meant to clean their bodies, minds and souls instead of eliciting mockery and jealousy. My lovely daddy assures me that not only did the two workers recieve their salary for those two days, paid secretly in cash, they profusely thanked him for the wonderful spa visit and promised to pretend they got suspended just so their coworkers wouldn't know the truth.

 

Reasons To Not Work For JRC​

Reason No. 11: The Trentonian pays only 23 cents per mile mileage. The 2007 IRS rate is 48.5 cents. That is 53% less than the United States government standard. Employees can deduct the difference on yearly tax claims but that means employees who are barely paid enough to fill their tanks with gas on normal days have to wait months or more than a year to be reimbursed a fair value for their travel expenses. Often employees wait nearly that long for their reimbursement checks from JRC. Expense reimbursement forms are typically claimed to be "lost", "misplaced", "never received", "illegible", "filled out incorrectly", "missing information", "being processed" and so on. Reimbursement checks are typically claimed to be "in route from the west coast", "we mailed it to your address", "it was mailed days ago", "it's in the building but it is locked upstairs so you'll have to wait until Monday". Translation: Ramon wears uniform No. 23 when he and Bob play high school sports uniform dress-up night, so "23" means a lot to Bob. Unless Ramon arrives at Bob's house wearing the No. 48 jersey of a teen-aged high school ice hockey player do not expect to see that mileage rate ever change from 23.

 

Lee, just like your daddy, you are truly a magnificent human being. Say hello to Uncle Ramón for all of us.

P.S. Are you named after Lee Harvey Oswald??

 

Who the hell is Ramon? ???

 

As every JRC thread is, this thread is alternatively high comedy and ample notice that this company is the spawn of Satan. Just wish I'd of shorted the stock a year or so ago. Poetic, poetic justice that JRC stock has crashed like the morale at a Ramo'n-BJ dinner when the high school hockey scores aren't in the paper.

Sounds like getting fired from JRC is akin to ending up on Nixon's Enemies List a generation ago: a badge of honor you wear with pride.

[sarcastic font ON]Hope Ramo'n (is that the right spelling, Lee?) can cope with this.

 

I just read the 1998 story that Lapdog posted on the third page. (I think I've read that before.) It mentions that the Norristown Times-Herald's circulation had dropped from 29,000 to 22,500 from 1993 to 1998. I just looked up what the circulation is now.

A little over 14,000.

I actually think threads like this, besides being entertaining, do some good. It's cathartic, for one thing. For another, it gets the word out about how truly evil this guy is.

 

I met Matt DiRienzo through a colleague a few years ago. He's a good guy. Like all of us, he has a job to do. And if you read this, Matt, congrats on the addition to your family. Glad to hear mother and first child are healthy. Good luck trying to sleep.

As for the paper and writers/editors getting busted for miniscule stuff, that's another issue. I was contacted and asked to apply, but after reading this thread ...

 

Goering and Himmler were friendly enough guys too, if you got a few brandies into them.