On monday at my office, we got a visit from the C.E.O. We're a pretty big company, so it was kind of a big deal. No announced reason, though on the weekly company address he'd mentioned that he was making efforts to visit every office within the company. Speculation was rampant, of course. The friday before is the end of a pay period, and all mass firings that have been done historically have been at the end of those. At the same time, though, our office, in comparison with others company wide, is at the extreme low end of the pay scale, so all of us getting the pink slip seems low. But then why was he coming? Was it just a part of a scheduled tour? We didn't know, and management here made no effort to light our darkness for us.
We made plans, of course. We got the office all nice and tidy, made sure all paperwork was up to snuff, ect. Us peons were planning on cornering the C.E.O. and raise issues with him that have fallen on deaf ears here. (Workload drastically increasing, manpower waning, lack of managerial efforts to correct overly complex systems resulting in excessive difficulty in getting mundane things done, things like that)
Well. Monday comes, and we get word the C.E.O. is in the building. We wait. Maybe there would be a meeting called, or something. Or maybe he'd just pop his head in and wish us all a nice holiday or something. Hours pass. One of the guys then returns from a smoke break. "Yeah, I talked with one of the other folks from the other side of the building. The C.E.O. left already." Already left? Who did he see, and about what? What is going on, here?
The office manager calls a meeting. Turns out it had something to do with a smaller company ours had just bought out. It seems they had a guy over there doing the same work that one of ours was (A guy from a higher tier, very very techincal). Except the guy from the other company wasn't nearly as good, highly educated, and was being paid considerably less.
So the guy (a buddy of mine) from our office was given the pink slip. Twelve days before Christmas. The C.E.O. snuck in like a ninja, fired our guy, then left, without bothering to even pop his head in the door and say hello. He'd worked with our company for eight years, has never gotten anything less than a spectacular review, was reliable and proficient. And to our company, it meant nothing. The only concern was they could replace him with someone who was making less money.
Then we got a meeting with our building manager, when the word of that malicious firing was let out. We were pretty ticked, of course. Then he went from that to a quick yearly review of the company as a whole. "We've exceeded all profit expectations. Our share values are up. We've bought out a number of smaller companies to add to our infrastructure. We're getting higher on the list for the countries' largest of (Not saying) companies. But there will be no bonuses or raises of any kind again this year. (Making it the fourth consecutive.) The economy is bad and times are tough."
Needless to say, between the ninja-firing of our guy, and to hear the same old spiel yet again, we're all pretty darned ticked. He tried (poorly) to placate us saying, "Hey, I haven't gotten a raise, either, for five years!" (This is the guy who has bragged, more than once, of buying a brand new car with cash, then a month later getting drunk and wrecking it. He's the kind who has obviously never missed a meal in his life, but will make every claim of having "been in the trenches, too!")
I hate to say it, but I think I'm pretty much done. I'm planning on cutting loose and making use of the G.I. bill I've got still. Initially, I'd planned on working my way up the ladder here. I've been here five years myself, have always done very well, and I definitely would like to retire comfortably someday. But it has become clear to me that it is not possible here. The corporate ladder is missing rungs at my office. We operate in a fear-based work environment, and I'm quite frankly not susceptible to that kind of thing. I'm not married and have no children. My expenses are slight, and I've got nothing tying me down. So the main issue for me now at this point, is, what's the next step? Where will I go, from here? That's what I'm going to be figuring out over the holidays, I imagine. If I make it that long.
Yeah, don't mind me today, folks. Just felt the need to vent. The stress from this place is killing me. My weight has gone up a little bit, my sleeping patterns has been severely disrupted, and it's affecting my mood. I can't stay here.