Faith, Or The Opposite Of Pride
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Mood:
Blackly Humorous
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Location: Work.
Reworked Title Of The Day:
From Prelude To The Afternoon Of A Faun: A Faun, Noonish.
Listening: "Goody Two Shoes" ~Adam Ant.
Although I'm listening to Adam Ant, I determined that a much more appropriate title for this entry could be taken from the Imperial March.
Why?
To quote the email found in my mailbox first-thing this morning:
There will be a mandatory meeting at 3:00 PM in C5 to discuss imminent staff reductions.
Mandatory staff meeting on Friday 13th with talk of layoffs in the air. I have to give kudos to the person who determined that that was a good scheduling call. People. God bless it.Apparently, the majority of our engineers full-scale turned tail and ran following the company-wide conference call yesterday morning--according to several folks in the NOC and satellite control areas, about 2/3 of the tech crew are MIA today. The rest of the facilities have been seized in a taut silence from this morning on.
Peter called this morning from Exton and I told him about the meeting. His response was "Is the meeting scheduled for 3:30?". When I affirmed, more or less, he responded "A lot of people will be fired at that meeting, more than likely. It's how they like to do things.". I had been strongly suspecting this all along and agreed that it would be very interesting to watch unfold before me.
A few times in the past couple of hours, I've stopped and wondered why I, a notorious workaholic, would be so utterly calm about this. I think the answer is: I don't have the energy to freak. I'm so drained from the emotional chaos of the last few weeks and the events surrounding Peter's departure that if they called us into this meeting and dropped foaming rabid weasels into our laps, my primary response would be "Dude.". So I sit here and continue to work, trying not to fall asleep on the keyboard (was up til 3 drinking and talking with Williams post-Peter leaving on a jet plane) and cultivating an aura of Zen Master until the writing appears on the wall.
Snatch the pebble from my palm.
I dare you.
Location: Work.
Reworked Title Of The Day:
From Prelude To The Afternoon Of A Faun: A Faun, Noonish.
Listening: "Goody Two Shoes" ~Adam Ant.
Although I'm listening to Adam Ant, I determined that a much more appropriate title for this entry could be taken from the Imperial March.
Why?
To quote the email found in my mailbox first-thing this morning:
There will be a mandatory meeting at 3:00 PM in C5 to discuss imminent staff reductions.
Mandatory staff meeting on Friday 13th with talk of layoffs in the air. I have to give kudos to the person who determined that that was a good scheduling call. People. God bless it.Apparently, the majority of our engineers full-scale turned tail and ran following the company-wide conference call yesterday morning--according to several folks in the NOC and satellite control areas, about 2/3 of the tech crew are MIA today. The rest of the facilities have been seized in a taut silence from this morning on.
Peter called this morning from Exton and I told him about the meeting. His response was "Is the meeting scheduled for 3:30?". When I affirmed, more or less, he responded "A lot of people will be fired at that meeting, more than likely. It's how they like to do things.". I had been strongly suspecting this all along and agreed that it would be very interesting to watch unfold before me.
A few times in the past couple of hours, I've stopped and wondered why I, a notorious workaholic, would be so utterly calm about this. I think the answer is: I don't have the energy to freak. I'm so drained from the emotional chaos of the last few weeks and the events surrounding Peter's departure that if they called us into this meeting and dropped foaming rabid weasels into our laps, my primary response would be "Dude.". So I sit here and continue to work, trying not to fall asleep on the keyboard (was up til 3 drinking and talking with Williams post-Peter leaving on a jet plane) and cultivating an aura of Zen Master until the writing appears on the wall.
Snatch the pebble from my palm.
I dare you.
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