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Monday, November 18th, 2002 02:02 pm
Big lunch today to say goodbye to the last remaining startup founder. (The first two were gone within, I think, a year or so of the acquisition.) Team photo today at three for anyone who feels like showing up for that. I haven't been asked for a status report from last week, nor did my boss bother to call the standard weekly team meeting.

La-la-laaaa. I wish sitting and surfing the web brought more of a sense of accomplishment.

If this finally happens this week, I'm going to miss the post-layoff beer bash. All us peon types have agreed to meet at a local restaurant at 5:30 of the Friday following the layoffs, and by then I'll be in Chicago. I should give someone my proxy for exchanging home phone numbers and such.

This social atmosphere is weird. I've never been through one of these before.
Monday, November 18th, 2002 03:19 pm (UTC)
I got a year warning of layoffs.

The only thing they expected of us was:

Come in every day, between 10am and 3pm.
If you could come up with even a vagualy work related reason to be not it, it was approved. (Classes, Seminars, Trade shows, even job fairs (so long as you listed a seminar there, instead of the job fair).
The only work was the once a week being on phone duty.
The only thing they waved a stick (loosing/reducing our severance) at us for was to train our replacements in Austin well.



After I was laid off, the remaining 10 or so folks were down to:

Come into the office at 3 times a week.
Don't leave town.
Many folks reported arriving at 10am, leaving for lunch at 11am, returning from lunch at 2pm, departing for the day at 3pm.
Job hunting was activly encourged on the job.


All that sounds cool, but is activly depressing.

Getting back into the "real world" was tough.