I'm in the process of watching my company "downsize" based on the price of oil. It's mesmerizing, fantastic and horrible, like a train wreck that you can't help but keep watching even though the smoke from the flaming disaster is burning your eyes. You just never know who's next to be chopped and it's been a long, slow, drawn-out process that I fear somebody might be enjoying. A few days goes by without a cut and we all start breathing a little easier thinking the wind is dying down and the sea is calming and then BAM! a big wave sweeps over us and someone else is lost in the storm.
If you know me at all, you have to know that if I can't make fun of everything in my life I'm an unhappy girl. My friend, Peter, who knows this about me challenged me to blog this misery for the masses, so here are the four stages of nearly losing your job daily.
1. Shock and Denial "What? Oh no? HER? Oh no. Surely not. Oh that's awful. Oh. I can't believe it."
2. Freak Out. "Uh oh. I might be next! She's been here a lot longer than me and they sure escorted her out and took her phone without a lot of hoopla. Dang, I don't want to start all over somewhere else. Oh dear. Oh crap. Am I next? I'm probably next."
3. Acceptance. "It's okay. I'm good with whatever is decided. I've done a good job here and if I can't be useful here I'll be useful somewhere else. It's fine. It's all just fine."
4. Rage. "Oh just COME ON and get it OVER WITH. PICK ME! PICK ME! See if I care!! I don't care! Good luck finding somebody to do all the crap I do around here. WHAT. EVER."
Peter and I have decided that we vacillate back and forth between the last three stages which makes it awfully hard to have a normal week. Unfortunately I don't see an end to the carnage and my blood pressure is through the roof. Luckily, I don't care! I just HOPE I'm next. (Oh man, what if I'm next? Do you think I'll be next?)
