21 Jan 2009
4:45 pm
Well... I've delayed posting this out of fear that doing so might drop a few too many breadcrumbs that could eventually lead back to the name of my employer. After all, the news was all over the trades. But I feel like it's finally safe to tell you.
The axe fell. As in layoffs child.
And since then, yours truly has been spending her days (and most evenings) trying to personally impress the gods with her ass-kicking work ethic.
What choice do I have, when faced with the sheer unfairness of it all? I mean, I work my ass off. Hush! OK Mostly. But while I may have prayed to be awarded karma-points, or merit-badges, or what-have-you, every time I shopped for Claire's complicated snacking needs, I really didn't think anyone was listening.
And yet, here I sit.
Both my office mates are gone, gone, gone along with countless others.
Worse, they're not actually physically gone yet, having been granted six weeks in which to "wrap things up."
I'm not sure what the company was picturing when they made that decision, but in reality, "wrapping it up" consists of eight hours a day of job searching online while endlessly retooling and printing their resumes.
Plus the occasional pause to whisper "mother f***er!" It is a dark scene.
I want to offer to shop for any complicated snacking needs that either of them might have, but don't dare.
Engaging them in any manner could ignite the full power of their collective wrath.
I am no longer someone to be fake friendly with. Now, I'm one of THEM.
