TNP is awesome, so far. In every way. But I do miss some things about the place I toiled at for 12 years. Like:
The way the office smelled every morning: newspapers and fresh brewed coffee. How can a workday be bad if it starts out smelling like a Sunday morning? (workday suck often triumphed over the pleasant aroma)
My plucky family of coworkers.
Proximity to shopping. There are no stores in lunchtime-walking-distance to TNP.
The patch of grass in the parking lot where I used to pitch my beach chair and read in the warm weather.
Admin privileges on my PC. Every day there is an Adobe update I can’t install. Drives me crazy.
The pride of working for the local newspaper. Love it or hate it, everyone knew of the Courier-Post. And we did good things. I believe if we weren’t owned by Gannett we’d have done even better things. But I used to see the trucks go by and smile because I was a part of that. It used to be really good.
…and that’s about it.