My work had significant layoffs this week. I think numbers were upwards of 1400 and it seemed no team was spared. Everyone lost someone. The drama of the day unfolded like a movie, as those affected spiraled through the coping stages of anger, denial, tears, etc. I stayed “heads down” typing away for the most part, going through my own denial, then guilt, checklist.
A steady stream of box-toting former employees sauntered by my cube all day, on the way to the elevator. And then… there went the official company foosball table… out on a flatbed. A moment of comic relief in a tough day for sure, but pity for the now unemployed, discarded wooden soccer players. Maybe it’s not too late for them to get some World Cup work.