As soon as I read that email that they circulated in the office, I knew it was going to happen.
It was every employee’s nightmare.My gorgeous supervisor called me into the conference room to tell me the bad news. I don’t have to spell out what he said verbatim, but you’ll pretty much guess that his speech had the words restructuring, cost cutting and redundancy sprinkled liberally over it.
They gave 200 plus employees the axe. Got our asses kicked out of PBCOM tower in less than a day.Some of us damaged goods took the news well, and most of them took it really badly.
Some cried in front of the HR head, and some smashed PC monitors in order to get even.
Kidding.
As for me, I reacted in the most unusual manner. My face was blank, registering no emotions at all. My first question after my sup’s lengthy speech was, “Ok, what about my collectibles?”
There is no use crying over spilled milk. I just had to make sure that I collect money that can tide me over decently till I get another job.
It sucks. This s@%t had to come in the midst of my troubles. God know I am up to my eyeballs in obligations already, being the breadwinner of the family.
As in, hindot talaga.
But yeah, I’m pretty cool. The only thing that pisses me of is that, those f#&kers should have waited till after Christmas to give us the ‘ol heave-ho. They should have exercised mercy and considered that depriving a person of his job a few months before the holidays is REALLY brutal.
Damn them to hell.
May the upper bosses experience erectile dysfunction for the rest of their goddamn lives.
Sigh.
Anyway, as I was packing my things after the meeting (that was the moment I realized that I had soooo much junk in my office drawer, I mean, useless junk that seemed so important a few minutes back) I messaged the sup via YM.
Justine: I guess I have a great excuse to get drunk now.
Him: Yeah. You can get an early headstart on your gimik mamaya.
Justine: Yeah. Goody.
Him: Just don’t get drunk, ok? I mean, don’t get TOO drunk.
Justine: I always get drunk on Friday nights. Job or no job.
Him: Well, if you see it that way…
My next trip was to the HR head, who gava me the same crappy speech that he gave. Then she handed me a check, to cover all damages (READ: to buy me off so I won’t feel so damn bad about losing my primary source of income, which I use to support my old mother and pay for all the bills and debts etc.)
Hindot talaga.Ah what the fuck, I said to myself. I’ll get a job. I always do, easily.
Then I smoked like a fiend afterwards.
