No emails today at work, one conference call. Ah, but the calendar tells the tale. It's the week of the traditional firings.
Don't call them layoffs. The company doesn't expect to bring you back. They're done with you unless they're not because of their miscalculations. That's happened before.
Two acquintances have heard the blade's silence, first thing this morning, their time, gone after eleven years and great reviews, gone after thirteen years and good to great reviews. One other has resigned, delivering a blow of their own to the company, burning the release schedule. Oh, lament, how tragic.
If you survive the week without notice, then you're good for...another month. Managers will tell you that these things are done by brand and division and rotate. They'll assure, "We're good, don't worry," which is what you expect to hear. Down in the bowels, we know better.
Both that were canned say it's a great relief. They felt the blade hanging over them. They were waiting. Now it's done.
And they saw many of the same problems I see. Now they don't need to worry about those problems. They belong to someone else. One has already put out their resume, the other will take time off, and the third, the resignee, has a job offer in hand.
Causes Michael Seidel Supports
Kiva, Women's International League for Peace and Freedom, Propublica.org, Doctors Without Borders, GreaterGood.com