At work, the axe fell today on our little satellite office…but I was spared.
Now that it’s all over, only about 5 of us are left on our little team. It was a bloodbath. All the people who sat near me for the last 1.75 years are gone. As people arrived and checked their emails for the morning, they announced to the rest of us that they had the dreaded meeting invite to meet with one of the visiting executives (and unbeknownst to them, an HR representative who had secretly flown in).
The handful of us who remain stood-by while, one-by-one, our colleagues had their exit meeting, received their severance package, packed up their cubicles, and prepared to leave. It was all done within a few hours, but it was still a few hours too many. It felt like forever. After hugs, tears, a few choice swear words, and contact info exchanges, they were gone. The office was very quiet afterwards.
As I’ve said before on this blog, the only thing that likely saved me was the fact that I do a specialized type a work that the company is in short supply of right now. And because of the hiring freeze, they can’t replace me, for a little while at least. I don’t know whether to be happy or sad at my fate, though. Those who got laid off got pretty fat severance packages and most already had multiple interviews lined up with other companies.
Those of us who are left now have motivation to step up our job hunts. The place feels gutted and empty.
I feel so flat-footed after hearing that every one else is interviewing at multiple places already. It’s time to start sending out applications again. I have the cushion of having a job while I look. This whole situation just sucks because my co-workers were so great and now we’re scattered to the winds.
In the end, none of my predictions about what would happen at work panned out. Enough for now. I still have a job to go to tomorrow and I’m grateful for that…