In Pacific Standard, Colette Shade writes about journalism, health, and unions:
One day, about three months in, two of my bosses took me into a small conference room. They told me that they were dissatisfied with my performance—in particular, some typos I had made, and an instance in which I had incorrectly identified a man in a photograph as Brian Williams. I was told to sign a document that essentially told me if I made any more errors, I would be fired. Stunned, I cried as I made my way home from the office. I had been at the company less than six months, which meant that, in New York, I was ineligible for unemployment benefits.
