Bad week at work
I sit here wondering why I was spared but not my friends. This week there was a round of layoffs at work. 1/3rd of my group was let go. Some in the most unprofessional manner I’ve ever seen.
We were playing poker at my place and one of my friends went out early so headed home. We got a call from him a 1/2 hour later saying that he’d been let go. Via voicemail. ‘Hey, you’re unemployed and your badge no longer works. Have a nice life.’ My other co-worker called his house and heard the news from his wife. The fucking company called his home and told his wife, basically, ‘Hey, your husband’s unemployed. Have a good night.’
I hadn’t heard anything, but since I had less seniority than the others, I assumed I was toast too. I tried calling my manager at home but couldn’t get her. I decided to just try heading in to work at midnight to see if my badge still worked. It did. I grabbed all my stuff from my office just-in-case and headed home to see what happened.
Thursday I went in to work and it appeared I still had a job but many, many others didn’t. Now we’re expected to take up the slack but are not going to be able to do so. We were understaffed before and now we are so understaffed it’s hilarious. There was no time to cross-train in jobs. Most jobs have backup people. In our case they managed to layoff primaries and backups at the same time so we’re lost without a clue as to how to pickup the pieces.
I guess I have survivor’s guilt. It’s tough when people are laid off. It’s worse when it’s your friends and poker buddies.