The Waiting Is The Hardest Part

The Angel of Death (and Pink Slips) hasn't dropped in on my employer yet. The rumor mill originally said that the layoffs would be yesterday, but now we're hearing tomorrow morning. It's like waiting for the shoe to drop. Everyone is pissy, and everyone is backstabbing each other, as if throwing your co-workers under the bus at the last minute is somehow going to save your ass from being laid off. Ha.

I'm sick of waiting for them to decide our fate. Either shitcan us, or knock it off and let us get back to work. Okay? I've got better things to do with my time.

Truth is, at this point I really don't care anymore. What gets me though is that I want to be the one to say "goodbye" on my terms, not the other way around. "You can't fire me - I quit!"

Maybe I'll live through this round of job cuts - I've survived 11 rounds so far - but maybe I won't. Either way it won't matter much. The Lovely Mrs. G. and I are just about ready to move on with our lives, with or without this place.

So we'll see what's still standing on Monday when I get back. Should make for an interesting weekend, if nothing else...