Things have to get really bad at your media job before you decide that hitting send on a dishy and potentially damaging email about your place of work to Gawker is a good idea. So it seems that things are pretty bad at Glamour. And stinky.
A tipster sent the following email to Gawker yesterday:
For years, the ladies’ room of the 16th floor of Glamour has had a mystery shitter who has left enormous packages in various toilets and appeared to purposefully not flush. Despite signs ranging from laminated “please remember to flush” posters and haikus of middling wit being taped inside each stall, the mystery shitter continues to shit, a silent, odiferous protest against a work environment that regularly keeps staffers there past midnight-3 a.m. nights are not unheard of.
This is totally gross and all, but also happens everywhere. We heard it happens at Teen Vogue too (is this a problem at Conde? What’s cooking in that famous cafeteria?), and I even heard tale of poo on the floor of a magazine that shall remain nameless that was then dragged into the newsroom.
Poop stories aside, the real scandal lies in the confession of how shitty (in the non-literal sense) things are inside Glamour HQ, Conde’s shining star in ad revenues and circulation. The tipster goes on to recount how staffers are totally miz at Glamour and doing happy dances when they leave for lower paying jobs:
Earlier in the summer, an entire department left without any jobs lined up, simply casting themselves into a middling job market and hoping for the best. (The production department, hardly the most sensational department, but one that is essential to getting the magazine out the door.) Team members from more glamorous departments have done the same in recent months-beauty, photo-and several staffers have left for jobs that pay drastically less simply to escape the crumbling edifice caused by an environment so dysfunctional that job searches take place in the open and “happy dances” occur whenever someone has decided to leave. (Only the defecation, it seems, takes place behind closed doors.) And this week, both of the managing editors announced their departures, for points unknown.
The tipster continues:
Condé Nast’s ethos has long been to throw as much money at its self-appointed geniuses, simply trusting that however tyrannical the top brass, the cash would keep flowing in. But Glamour’s numbers are plunging, with a 17% drop in the first quarter, and little improvement since. With editor-in-chief Cindi Leive’s Midas touch fading, how long will it be before Condé questions the edit-side wisdom of its biggest cash cow?
Yikes. Conde kids, you know anything? Is it time for @CondeShitter? Write us at firstname.lastname@example.org. And feel free to share your work-poo-horror stories in the comments below.