If I remember it correctly, it was 2003 when I watched the first large group of people I had worked with, and grown to love, pack up boxes and walk out the door. I think it was 2003, but it’s hard to remember; this scene was repeated so many times.
It was 2004 when layoffs hit my home. It wasn’t me, it was my husband, but it sucked.
2004. And who was in the White House? Oh yeah, the country elected Bush. Again!
The layoffs, also known as RIFs (reduction in force), had become so frequent that I called them the semi-annual festivities. They had begun to happen every six months, though one year saw the event happen thrice. As employees, we became pavlovian in our behaviors. We learned to instinctively know what behaviors and meetings to watch for in order to know when the “festivities” were being planned. We had internal clocks that told us when it had been “safe” for too long. I found myself walking on eggshells on Tuesdays if my boss didn’t smile.
One Tuesday morning my boss (one of three bosses that year due to layoffs) called me while I was still at home. It was early and my hand shook as I picked up the phone. As it turned out, it was nothing important, but when we were done talking I melted onto the floor in tears. Relieved that it had been nothing. You see Tuesdays were the day these things were announced. People were told on Tuesday. They had three days at home to decide to take the package. Then on Friday the zombies left the building. And then the cycle would continue.
I watched the call centers in Tucson shrink as the jobs were moved offshore. First to India and then to the Philippines. Keane, Convergys, AOL, Intuit…between them they sent thousands of Tucsonans home with a pat on the back, a quiet thank you, and sometimes hush money. And when the event was over, the companies went about business like there was nothing wrong.
This went on for years.
Those of us who were left behind each time weren’t as financially impacted as those who were dumped on the side of the corporate road, but we were emotionally impacted. Many of us felt guilty for having survived yet again. It’s a fairly well documented psychological phenomenon yet Intuit did very little to help us through it. And it was only toward the end of my own journey that it was even acknowledged.
I wish I could say I stuck around for my hush money. At the time the packages were fan-freaking-tastic. 2 weeks pay for every year you worked, the average of your last 3 annual bonus payouts, all your available vacation time, and some cash for COBRA if you needed it. At 13 years I did the math to see how much I would net in hush money if I could stick it out – roughly $25,000. NET!
I couldn’t do it.
In August of 2008, when they announced the largest bulk layoff, I had had enough. I was as good as dead at work. I wasn’t impacted, but I was so emotionally toasted that I was just like the other walking dead in the building. You see this group was asked to stay for a month or so in order to get their hush money. Some did, some didn’t. Some like me had reached the end of their journey and voluntarily threw in the towel.
2008. And who was in the White House? Oh yeah, it was still Bush. Obama was still in the Senate.
So… remind me exactly which President I should blame for this horrible economy. Who was it that made it so freaking attractive to send jobs out of the country? Who should I be mad at when I look around and see that most of the people I worked with for 13 years are now either unemployed or under employed. And many of those that aren’t in either of those categories are making less money today than they were in 2005.
Obama? Yeah, it’s all his fault.
ROTFLMAO!!!!!!!!!!
Seriously. Open your eyes and get a grip. Our country was headed down this path long before Obama ever made it into a U.S. Senate seat in 2004. Stop blaming him for the problems he didn’t create.
Blessings,
Bert.
