Late last year I left the company that I’d been with for nearly a decade. It was largely a quality of life move. As I explained at the time, much about the job had changed and, most of the time at least, it was no longer an enjoyable place to be.
But it wasn’t just a quality of life move. I was a rat jumping off a ship that I thought was soon to sink. Now, just seven months later, the ship has indeed run aground, with yet another reorganization/ downsizing/rightsizing/workforce optimization/reduction in force/insert your favorite euphemism for “layoff” here. The ship hasn’t fully capsized yet, but it’s taking on water and the survivors are looking for the lifeboats.
The Friday afternoon email that announced the reorganization said, almost as an afterthought, that “[a]n unwanted but necessary outcome of this process was the elimination of a number of positions.” Among the casualties was my mentor, who had 20 years of service in the company and was the heart and soul of our division. I have no doubt that if I had stayed with the company, I too would be paying my mortgage with a severance package.
It’s a shame. It really was a great place to work for a number of years.