Will I survive? Sure. Will I still have a job? Maybe.
The day started off gloomy with managers making their rounds, delivering folders of packets with information on what to do once being cut.
Well, by around lunch time I figured that I was relatively safe. The rumor mill churns quickly on days like these, and productivity takes a serious hit. We had a group meeting with the remaining workforce, talked about what happened and how we will go from here, but mostly just wasted more time.
Took a lunch at Chik-fil-a to get away from everything for a little.
In the afternoon, we had another meeting with a higher-up person. This turned out to be more of a venting session. I guess management needs to gingerly calm the workers so they become productive again.
Went home, then off to Plucker's for a dinner out with Kelc and her friends. I enjoyed a plate of jamaican jerk and fire in the hole wings.
Home, games and homework, sleep.
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