9/19/2010 10:00 am (Well today is really the 22nd but it took me a few days to feel like writing about getting fired).
Recieve a meeting maker from boss-lady and promptly check to see who is included. This was D-Day or the day everyone who was going to be "displaced" (their term not mine) would get the news. I was expecting it but wasn't expecting to see the three other people in the meeting.
10:30 am - Grab Lori and head downstairs to get fired. Terribly surreal to walk into a tiny meeting room with Lori and administrative asst and look across the table at HR guy, Boss lady and Interim patsy VP (IpVP). It gets even better when they put the phone on speaker and dial other asst. director who happens to be on vacation in Maine. Companies should take lessons from the morons who "displaced" us - hearing you've lost your job in a room with three other displaced losers (one of whom is on the phone) is about the least graceful and dignified way to receive the information. An email or literal pink slip would have sufficed.
After hearing a script read (not one thank you for your time or your value to this organization is appreciated) the three of us smile and walk out thanking them for canning us. How else can you react in that ridiculous situation?
Lori and I pack up and leave to go wallow/vent on my couch.
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