Wednesday. The timing was right, but the outcome leaves something to be desired. This morning ten people were told they were being laid off at the end of September, the first of what we assume will be many more layoffs to come, and I was one of them. The problem is I was offered another job in the company, one I've had before (and don't want again for the workload and the stress) and I am therefore not eligible for a “package” that consists of about six months of income. MSW has reminded me more than once to repeat the mantra - ‘I will not get the package, I will not get the package’ - as often as possible to avoid hexing my chances. I'm told my only option is to quit at the end of September or take the job, which means I'll get the door and nothing more (amen).
This is considered stinky, but stinky is evidently in fashion this year. Normally you're given a choice between taking the offered job or taking the package. Still, thinking about it, what was my situation prior to hearing there might be a package offered around the time I was thinking to retire? Package or not, I'm now guaranteed the current job through the end of September, something I didn't have before this happened this morning. The package would have been a bonus, a gift of the gods, but no complaints. Well, that's a lie, but it would be true for someone who had their head on absolutely straight. I've survived reduction after reduction, year after year, knowing my number would come, the news that it came today should be no surprise.