The Sword of Damocles

The Sword of Damocles fell at work today. I was not beneath it, but an unfortunate number of people I know (and an even more unfortunate number I don’t know) were.

To say that productivity was low in the aftermath would, I think, be a gross understatement. We were all stunned beyond belief, and spent much of the day wondering if maybe, just maybe, our names were on “The List”, too, and any minute now someone would notice the oversight and take steps to correct it. Every time a manager walked by, the first instinct was to hide; the second, to run, and though I’m sure their intention was to be helpful and reassuring and to answer any questions, the hovering did little to ease anyone’s discomfort.

As I left the building late this evening, I almost…almost turned around to make sure my badge would still open the door.

7 thoughts on “The Sword of Damocles”

  1. Ouch!

    That really blows, this close to the holidays. Best of fortune to everyone concerned…

    -pax-

    Yeah, it’s rough to be laid off no matter when it happens, but just before the holidays just makes it all the worse.

  2. My sister-in-law was one of the unfortunate victims. She got a decent severage package, though, so if she can find gainful employment in the short to medium term, the holidays should be salvageable.

    But yeah.

    Suck.

  3. My sister-in-law was one of the unfortunate victims. She got a decent severage package, though, so if she can find gainful employment in the short to medium term, the holidays should be salvageable.

    But yeah.

    Suck.

    I’m very sorry to hear about your sister-in-law, but it’s good about the severance package. I didn’t want to go into details on that, but it sounds like the company tried very hard to make things equitable for those affected by the RiF.

  4. I went through that in 2001 when the dotcom bubble burst. Hard to say which is worse…losing your job, or watching everyone around you get the axe, and realizing that you’re going to have the be the one to pick up the pieces around the decimated office.

    Call me, man, if you want to talk about it.

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