You know what’s not fun at all?
You know what’s even less fun? Knowing for 24 hours how many someones are going to go, but not which of the someones it’ll be.
You know what’s even less fun? Being, on layoff day, a relatively empathic person who cries very easily. I cry at telephone ads, I cry at diaper ads. I cry when someone wins Top Chef and Project Runway. So each name I’m hearing during today’s mass layoffs has me crying.
I haven’t heard my name. So I’m crying about that, too.
Survivor’s guilt, colleague empathy, and relief.
That’s a lot of tears for one morning.
Good luck to all losing their jobs today. May the new job you find come before the severance ends.
Good luck, too, to everyone out of a job. May your new job come soon.
And to all the people who want a new job. May the right opportunity arrive today.
And to all the people having rough days…
No, no, no. Stop. It’s too easy for me to spiral to all the stuff not going right and wishing those people clean water, indoor plumbing, safety, and shelter. And food. And respect. And…again. Spiraling.
I’m going to focus on the people I know, today, who are suddenly unemployed. Wishing you all the best.
You what’s even less fun? Having to be the one to tell people even when you’re not the one who made those decisions. Worse than that, knowing days in advance who they are, interacting with them during that time and having to hide what you know.
Absolutely. Absolutely. I really feel for those people right now. The whole “training for next week’s layoffs” is the worst secret society, ever.
How awful, I’m sorry.
Blech. Layoffs are the worst. Nobody wins. I’m sorry for everyone involved.