I'm still feeling the aftershocks of what has been dubbed The Flag Day Massacre. I was not affected by the first wave. To say that I'm grateful is an understatement. But I feel so guilty because I survived. I feel like I was in a war and saw some of my buddies get blown up...and I survived. I'm struggling to find the rhyme and reason...so far, I can't.
When I was first hired, I could not believe I worked for such a great company. Christmas parties, picnics that included softball games, the day after Thanksgiving was a given and even half day birthdays...everyone worked till 12 on their birthday and went home with a full days pay. Kick-off meetings were held in fancy hotels with brunch served and everyone was dressed to the 9's. To come from that, a company that cared so deeply about their employees, to a production line of numbers instead of people makes me sad. I don't even recognize this overly micromanaged sterile company that it is today. I feel so sorry for my fellow coworkers across the nation who were affected by the onslaught. I know they will be better off when all is said and done, but my heart is broken.
The thing to do is to try to stay positive. I will once I stop crying.