
The tension was high all day on Dec. 3rd- layoff day. And once the first person came out of HR in tears, it got worse. For a couple of hours that morning, I watched people flinch as their phones rang, hoping it was a customer, packing their stuff into boxes, and walking out the doors. Some of them had been there forever, others were newer. Some were really hard workers. I kept counting as people walked...5, 6. How many more can there be from our department? Then my phone rang. Crap. It's HR. I said "Kelly- my phone is ringing and it's HR!" to the employment rep that sits close to me. I pick it up and was told to report to the HR directors office. Long story short, I was handed my pink slip- it was really a while piece of paper, explaining that since I'd been there 2.5 years, I would get two weeks of severance pay, and my insurance would continue for the same amount of time. Yikes. I was told by several people- HR, my boss, her boss and others, that it was definately not because of anything I did. My reviews were always great, and nobody had heard anything about me doing a bad job...ever. Welcome to the real world, Erin. It doesn't always matter if you do a good job if there isn't money in the corporate budget to pay you!
Oh well. It was a good job while it lasted. Now I'm looking for a new one, but it's got to pay more, since I'll have to pay for Liam's daycare now. Right now I'm having fun playing with Liam and baking cookies, thinking "I'm getting paid for this this week".
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