Filibuster
So. Monday morning the company I work for called everyone in for a meeting. Obviously this isn’t good news, and rumours through the grapevine (actually straight from my supervisor) saying, yes there are going to be lay offs. I’d spent the whole previous week extremely nervous, expecting the layoffs to be Friday afternoon. Come friday afternoon home time… no jobs lost.
Um… sidetracked. Monday morning, 100+ people trundle into the meeting rooms, the director gets up, shows a few charts and explains that 80M has been lost in the “Global Financial Crisis” and that many jobs are being made redundant. We were to make our way back to our desks and check our email, that we’d receive one of two emails; goodbye, or stay. I was so nervous when I got up from my seat I almost past out. This would be the last thing I need, we’ll be financially ruined, how on earth are we going to pay the rent and bills! I almost threw up.
I make my way to my desk, sit at my chair, take a deep breath, close my eyes and look: Nothing. No email… WHAT??
2 minutes seemed like a million years… The preview window pops up in the bottom right hand corner of my screen: CONFIDENTIAL
My hand is shaking so bad I use my left to steady it in case I cant read it… I take a deep breath and open
Further to the information provided at the staff briefing this morning I would like to confirm that your position is not directly impacted by the reductions referred to at the meeting and that your position with XXXXXXXX Australia is not redundant.
Please appreciate that some of your colleagues around you will not be receiving……
I must have read the email 16 times. 30 redundancies. And I escaped.
Thank you thank you thank you thank you.
In other news, Im going back to school. Drafting, specialising in Electrical. I enrol this coming Thursday. Woohoo. And because it is beneficial to my job, they are willing to pay for half of it… and the remainder can be claimed back in tax.
NEWS FLASH Reports that Michael Jackson didn’t die of a heart attack as first suspected, but rather he died of food poisoning after eating an 11yo wiener.
You are listening to: Taylor Swift – Love Story(Dance Remix)
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Glad about the job still being there but groaning about the weiner. 🙂 – – – –
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SO glad your job is ok!
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Sweetie, I love you and I’m glad about the job thing, but really? REALLY? *sigh* I do still love you though.
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yay!
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Congrats on remaining employed. I’m so glad I’m out of that crap.
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ryn: well, yes… but I’m really tired of listening to the jokes right now… when i wrote that note I got into it with some idiots and i was still in that angry place. Love you!
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Wow, I can bet you must have been nervous to the extreme. I’m glad to hear that you got to stay 🙂
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oh gez I was holding my breathe there for a few seconds, so glad you have nothing to worry about
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Delighted that you’re safe in your job, especially as I remember, you moved a great distance to be able to take the job. As for the wiener joke…I should ashamed of myself but I can’t wait to pass it on.
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Thank Gawd! And shame on the MJ joke!!
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Yay for the job front! Yay for the school front! And I loved the Michael Jackson joke. It’s kind of bad that I think all of these jokes are hilarious after his death, but I must admit, he pretty much brought that shit to the table on his own! ;o) Missed you, my love!! xoxo<3
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Wow, an email – what a scary way to find out if you got your job or not! Jesus. I saw Taylor in concert yay
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Im glad you are alright 😀
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