I’m a reporter, so stories are my bread and butter, and I want to hear some of yours.

Yesterday one of the country’s major news corporations, Gannett, announced massive layoffs at its papers. Before coming to WORLD, I was at The Indianapolis Star, which was one of Gannett’s papers that lost 54 employees yesterday, several of them people I worked closely with there. The people I know didn’t lose their jobs because of incompetence, but because a percentage of employees just had to be cut.

I know this experience is not just common to the news industry now, but to every industry.

One of the reporters there gave an excellent, though wrenching, account of his experience getting the pink slip yesterday:

The first few minutes after you get back from HR on the 6th floor are interesting. Everyone can see the gray folder in your hand, and some people start avoiding eye contact. Most, though, soon approach and offer their condolences. Not a few hugs are exchanged. Our theater and classical music writer, an absolute workhorse who gave me a very classy goodbye, soon got the call himself. He had to take a minute and down some caffeine before going up.

My last act as an employee was to call an author I’d scheduled an interview with next week to cancel. I’d been pursuing that source for the better part of a year, dropping off materials for her to read and calling every few weeks to convince her to sit down. My persistence paid off and I was finally going to nail the interview, but now it’ll never happen. She reminded me not to forget to return the two books she’d loaned me to read.

A writer? I never considered myself as such. I am a newspaperman. Well, I was. I don’t know what I am now. In this market, I know what my chances are of landing another newspaper gig. I have to face that this is probably the end of my journalism career — it goes without saying that I am not ready.

But there are hundreds of us today, thousands. My story is not special. But I still wanted to tell it, because that’s what I do. Did.

Do any of you have recent layoff stories, either from your own experience or those of friends? I’m not asking for grumbling about the economy, but simply human stories about this experience, which is becoming increasingly common.