Sitting there in the boardroom
with others whom you have worked with for over a year, and you have watched some of them in the past walking to the elevator
s to take their smoke break
s, and you let them go with a faded smile on your lips, fondly remember
ing the times when you used to go on smoke breaks, before you quit
Well you didn't quit exactly. You consider yourself an ex-smoker
and you always will. You didn't quit because of the cancer
scares or the pregnancy complications
or the other scare tactics
. You didn't quit because you stopped liking them
all the sudden. You quit because the taxes
and you got tired of being treated like a second-rate citizen
for having a hobby
. You couldn't financially afford the expense any longer. You did the math
. At a pack to a pack and a half a day, you were at roughly three dollars a day when you quit. Twenty-one dollars a week. Eighty-four dollars a month. One thousand and eight dollars a year. Expensive habit.
So you quit, but you have envied
those who still do. Now you sit there in the boardroom with others whom you have worked with for a year, and your boss is telling you that "they had to let us go." Not just you. Not just a few people. Not just a department. Everybody. Even your boss. Even the woman who is her boss. The whole floor. Well, except for the sales department that's been slowly growing larger the past few months while your department's been getting smaller. You should have known. We should have seen it coming.
I mean, didn't they bring you on kinda late? Didn't you hear rumor
s when you first started that they were gonna shut this place down? But they didn't. Somehow that axe passed by and no one lost a hair, and you found yourself a sort of metaphor
ical olive branch
brought in on a wing by some invisible dove
. "Well they hired that guy, didn't they?"
you'd overhear near the water cooler
. "They wouldn't shut us down if they just hired that guy."
But that was over a year ago, which is ages in this business.
It makes no sense though. You are the product. You and those you have worked with for over a year now. You are the service. That's now moving out of state
. Maybe out of country. The sales department though, that's staying here. In fact, that's getting bigger. You don't understand it. Here, at the bottom of the ladder, it doesn't make sense. Up there at the top, in their lofty corner office, their room with a view
, it makes perfect sense. The change will be transparent
to the customer, or so they hope.
season is coming. You find yourself sitting there in the boardroom with others whom you have worked with for over a year, and you find yourself unemployed
. There will be formalities
. There's paperwork to sign that of course you don't understand and care not to. No one talks about suing because if you sue you don't get your severence
. And why sue? They'll pay you until the end of the year and you think that's nice. That's kind of them. You've been places where they just gave you a box and escorted you and your things to the parking lot. So it could have been worse. Still, that doesn't change the fact that you're looking into the new year with few prospects
and less anticipation
And your friends, whom you have worked with for over a year, get up from their seats and the first thing they talk about after the meeting? "Wanna go smoke?"
and they talk with one another at first. Then one of them looks at you. You quit smoking a year ago last April 13th. That's over a year ago. About the same time you got this job that ain't there no more. And this is nobody's fault, but it is frustrating. Shit happens
. One of them looks at you, holds up a cigarette to offer you, and asks quite sincerely, "you comin'?"
Maybe it's not a time when you MUST have a smoke, but it's a time when you should.