Jesus. Fucking. Christ.
Today has been something of an emotional roller-coaster.
Someone whom I hired, someone whom I used to work with day-in and day-out, someone whom I consider a friend, called me today to talk about his future. And it wasn’t an optimistic conversation — I couldn’t really give him a good reason why he should stay with the job he has and why he wouldn’t be happier doing something else. Not a great way to begin the day.
And then, my supervisor called. Fifty district managers were fired the day before. The Wednesday Morning Massacre. People that I once worked for, people I once considered friends, now out the door. New owners, new ways of doing things. And the realization that the company I work for is now just a name on the door, that who we were and what made us unique has reached its conclusion.
So, it was a strange day, a sad day. Oh, some rays of hope shone through, but overall my natural empathy for friends about to embark on the next stage of the lives dragged me down. Sad.
And the realization that the company I work for is now just a name on the door, that who we were and what made us unique has reached its conclusion.
I feel for ya, brother.