Dismal
Lay offs are always a sad time around here these days. I have been through some pretty drastic purges over the years but it NEVER gets easier. Sometimes it is tougher for the people surviving the purge than to be purged. The people purged only have to get another job and they move on. The ones who are left behind have to deal with a distinct lack of motivation, loyalty and anger. With the first round of lay offs for this year are over, there isn't much to say. Lost some more friends and colleagues to the hungry corporate world. Morale is very low all around.
My personal feelings through this event have been extremely dispassionate. Almost as if there is a disconnect between me and the rest of the company. I got my best night's sleep yesterday when I had to literally shake myself to get out of bed at 9:00 am. Got to work, just as people were milling about the lobby, some in tears, some with brave smiles, loading boxes into cars and trucks, trying to get the hell out of the parking lot. Got to office only to read some farewell emails and a few job queries. Not my idea of fun by any stretch of imagination. The mood outside seems to reflect the mood inside the building. After days of happy sunshine, the dark clouds are making a resurgence. Unless it is fate casting a damper on the people collecting their belongings and ensuring that they get wet and bedraggled as they load their cars.
Some changes in role and strategic focus are definitely on the anvil, just a question of how much my role expands. With more people gone you can bet there is more work/responsibility to be shared. I wonder if I should put the count of how many lay offs I have been through on my resume? Is it something that talks about my resilience and value to the company? My pathetic attempts at black humor. But I probably will be sending a letter to the Wharton Admissions committee talking about the promotion I received a short while ago and the new responsibilities. I figure that though it won't make much difference, it will atleast give me the feeling that I am not helpless in waiting for the dice to be cast for me.
My personal feelings through this event have been extremely dispassionate. Almost as if there is a disconnect between me and the rest of the company. I got my best night's sleep yesterday when I had to literally shake myself to get out of bed at 9:00 am. Got to work, just as people were milling about the lobby, some in tears, some with brave smiles, loading boxes into cars and trucks, trying to get the hell out of the parking lot. Got to office only to read some farewell emails and a few job queries. Not my idea of fun by any stretch of imagination. The mood outside seems to reflect the mood inside the building. After days of happy sunshine, the dark clouds are making a resurgence. Unless it is fate casting a damper on the people collecting their belongings and ensuring that they get wet and bedraggled as they load their cars.
Some changes in role and strategic focus are definitely on the anvil, just a question of how much my role expands. With more people gone you can bet there is more work/responsibility to be shared. I wonder if I should put the count of how many lay offs I have been through on my resume? Is it something that talks about my resilience and value to the company? My pathetic attempts at black humor. But I probably will be sending a letter to the Wharton Admissions committee talking about the promotion I received a short while ago and the new responsibilities. I figure that though it won't make much difference, it will atleast give me the feeling that I am not helpless in waiting for the dice to be cast for me.
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