It is tempting to just do my writing or something else but I love the work, it pays well and it's fairly expensive to live here.
Speaking of writing, I wrote this the day after the layoffs and it pretty much sums up my feelings...
A tree fallen; the turn of a leaf
Why is the HR team here with crisp manilla folders? "There's an announcement at 10," please assemble the soldiers.
Somber words were spoken and no questions were asked. Then with cleaning out our desks most of us were tasked.
The screen turns red, system down in sector 4! I tense for a moment and then gleefully ignore.
We pack the last picture and hold back a tear, And say "it's still early, but let's all get a beer."
We relive the drag-out meetings where we battled for the truth, And the late afternoon YouTubes bordering on the uncouth.
For some it's a blow; for others relief. It's a tree fallen; the turn of a leaf.
So I'll join another startup, yes that will be fun. Or even a bank, if they really want to get shit done.
The joy of building and creating with keyboard or pen, Is what I live for over and over again.
If you're team's on a mission with problems quite hard, Tell me about it. Please call me. The number's on the card.