The good news is that I survived a layoff event.
The bad news is that I work for a company where laying off 7% of the workforce across the board was the winning option.
I mean, I shouldn’t be surprised. It’s one of the inevitabilities of corporate life. But it’s been a long, long time since the last layoff event at my company, and any time I see two managers asking a coworker to have a quick word in private, I get the sick sense that I may be next. After having been laid off twice (from my last employer) and after having been fired for various reasons throughout my life, it’s a safe bet that I get a little nervous around that sort of cubicle dialogue.
All this begs me to consider what’s next in my life.