I went to Lenox/Piedmont to see if I could get a haircut at the local beauty college, but they were full of housewives getting their holiday hairdo's put together. I had a couple of errands to run, pick up some jeans that I had altered at the tailors, run into the office and pick up my satellite radio for our road trip to Texas, stuff like that.
My visit to the office was surreal, and it reminded me of why it is that I don't go there any more.
I got off on the 12th floor, after finding a parking space, right across from the door, I didn't even have to go into the parking deck. Marcia, the secretary for the Entertainment group was there, Keith, a guy on some NY accounts was there, and that was about it. I ran into one of the Admins coming out of the elevator, she was moving the new VP into the office of our former VP, a BellSouth guy, who took his golden parachute last month. Did I say surreal?
We traded some stories and wished each other a happy holiday.
I have a message on my desk phone that says, "call me on my cell." After two months, I had 17 messages (my mail box holds 50) every single one of them a hang up. People now know not to look for me at the office.
I got a call from a colleague who relocated to SC, he wanted to know what I knew. Apparently there are some more lay-offs pending and the date of the announcement is supposed to be Dec 1. My manager right out asked me what I had found out about separation packages. How warped is that? My manager is asking me about stuff he should be on top of.
I am strangely calm. Although I had an anxiety attack last night. As a person on anti-anxiety medication, it was an odd experience. Usually, my anxiety attack manifests itself in feeling exhausted, yet unable to sleep due to some dumb tune going through my head (in this case a Family Guy ditty about vasectomy.) Other symptoms include heavy breathing and a rapid heart rate. This time I had the tune and the sleeplessness, it was as though I knew I was anxious, but I couldn't feel it. So strange.
I guess we'll enjoy our holiday, and I'll find out on the Monday after, what the story is.
Gobble, Gobble!
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Some people just have their ears to the ground as far as office scuttlebutt goes. I think my co-worker knew I was going to be laid-off before my immediate supervisor did.
You may have a reputation as someone like that—finger on the pulse of what's really going on, etc.
There's so much waste in US corporations. How anyone could say the private sector is cost-effective escapes me.
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