taswell

Ahh, the threat of layoffs. They come as regular as the seasons. I've lost count a while ago, but I think this is about the fifth wave of layoffs that I've been faced with during my tenure at this job. There's always a thick layer of apprehension around the office during these times. Everyone likes to try to play it off like they're not worried, like they've got some ace up their sleeve, or that they simply don't give a fuck. Of course, work goes to shit during these times, coz it's hard to focus when you've got a head full of fear. Every question is a loaded one, and you become hyper-aware of any oddities or perceived oddities in people's behavior.

I'm always sure that my head is on the block, but I've been wrong every other time so far. Of course, I think my head is on the block this time, but this is the first time that the fear and anxiety is laced with the promise of relief. I'm not *looking* to get canned, but if I did, I'd gladly accept the reprieve from working too goddamn much. Plus, this is the first time that I've been in the line of fire when I felt I might actually have viable work options after the smoke cleared.

Of course, I've been doing this job for almost three years now, and change ain't easy, but if it's thrust upon me like this, I have no choice but to suck it up and play the hand I'm dealt.

Jesus. I've been writing almost entirely in bad analogies and colloquialisms. Well, if I still have a job by the end of the day Friday, I'm taking a nice, long vacation. If I don't, I'll be on vacation whether I like it or not. Either way, I might be coming to YOUR town, so watch the fuck out!