It would appear that I'm safe. It's around 600 that will be departing tomorrow. There will be two types of envelope handed out to those selected tomorrow.
I am likely to be handing out one such envelope.
The first basically says you've underperformed and so The Company doesn't want you any more. The pay off will be minimal if not zilch, zero, fuck all. And you leave right there and then. Escorted off the premises with some monkey security guards on each arm. You collect your personal stuff but you can't get your files off the PC.
The second envelope will say that The Company is now moving to the next level and that they don't see you as being the sort of person who can help them get there. These will also be walked off site there and then. These people will be given a compromise agreement, but no-one knows if the packages match what has been dished out before. It would be a real blow if they've cut those severance payments.
The Company locks Dignity in a cupboard on days like tomorrow.
The first option as I've said in the previous post does seem fair, especially if the people affected know they been under-performing, and haven't done anything about it. The second sounds like weasel words to me to get rid of people they see as disruptive, but who are good at their job. The message this seems to give is don't question the management, don't challenge poor managers and don't complain.
It's the culture of fear that was last seen in Thatchers heyday. In fact it's been there ever since, but in recent boom times, losing a job in our industry wasn't the blow it could be as it was quite likely that you'd get another job quite quickly. But times they are-a-changing and for some people this will dramatically alter their lives.
I have one close friend who is seemingly on her way out. She's bright, clever, fun, sharp and yes, opinionated, but always diplomatically so. She's just about the only person at work I consider a real friend.....the sort I'd happily go for a drink with. The sort of person you can talk to about things that aren't work related. And after tomorrow she's gone. She's my 'coffee-buddy' at work and now that's going to be taken as well.
It really is a huge shit sandwich we'll be biting tomorrow, even for those who remain behind, but are expected to continue as normal. The Stepford Managers will deploy the Party Whips to force us to give out positive messages.....to keep the troops spirits up so to speak. The patronizing cunts.
My boss is excluded from that because he knows my thoughts on this stuff, and he knows to leave me well alone so I can discuss it with my team. In my own inimitable Jack way, with compassion and honesty. It's time to slip the Emotion Cloaking Mask on and grit my teeth for the whole day.
Later, GJ
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