Here we go again. It always starts on the Wednesday of “the week” - “the week” being the week of the Friday when the axe is going to fall. This is getting ridiculous.
I am now deflecting all bullshit I hear (even if it will turn out to be not bullshit).
The cast of characters:
Me (of course). Can be paranoid, but am beyond that now.
Co-worker #1, hereby known as CW #1. Not really paranoid, but intent on any gossip she can get.
Co-worker #2, hereby known as CW #2. Cool, doesn’t really care, but has the inside scoop (we’ll see why later).
CW #2 has a cousin who works in Accounting, and therefore she gets wind of things before anyone else does. Apparently the comptroller of my company sent out a memo for a big meeting of “important people” or whatever on Monday. Both CW #2 and her cousin have seen this happen before. It’s a sort of debriefing on the Monday after the Friday when people have been laid off.
I come back to my desk and CWs #1 and #2 are whispering intently. CW #1 (gossip queen) looks up at me briefly. I sit down and try to eavesdrop on the conversation.
CW #3 comes back to his desk and joins in on the conversation.
Finally, I get fed up, and in an unprecedented move, I wheel my chair in and say, “OK, I want to be in on this.” So I hear the story.
Oh, whatever. What the fuck is this kind of crap. I let it get to me last week, and I’ve let it get to me before. Fuck that. As far as I’m concerned, I’m still being paid to do my job, so I’m going to do it.
And were I to be laid off for whatever reason, I’ve realized in the past week that it wouldn’t be the end of the world. I’ve got a ton of experience in this field and in graphic design. I’m marketable. In fact, in all of my adult life (actually, even before then), I’ve never been out of work, unless it was by choice.
It just bugs the FUCK out of me that CW #1 gets all excited and dramatic whenever there’s any kind of rumor. Everything we heard in the past two weeks as being the gospel truth about what would happen last week or whenever has turned out to be complete bullshit.
I have better things to do than deal with bullshit at work. I’m not even going to rationalize and say, well, I have several exclusive niches at work, so they can’t afford to lose me. I don’t fucking care anymore. Of course, I want to keep my job. But I’m not going to spend every fucking Wednesday and Thursday worrying about what might happen on Friday.
I’m going to keep this thread alive every week as the new and improved (ha!) rumors come in.
- s.e.