So after the meeting, I called about it. Then I found out that there had been another meeting earlier, when the ppl who were getting laid off were told. The key was which meeting I was invited to.
We went over to ‘s work, and I tried to log into my email, but invalid account or password every time. I did this a half dozen times before it sunk in.. I’d been on the 3:45 meeting. A couple phone calls confirmed that yes, I was on the ’cut’ list.
A hasty get-together was assembled at a bar on Market St., so we went there and had some overpriced, watered down long island iced teas. I was going to get drunk, and I wasn’t messing around. I assessed the damage by talking to those who were drinkin’. As we were getting ready to go, I got a call from Srikant, our CEO. He apologized for the confusion with steve givng me the wrong meeting time, it was not personal, just business, yada yada yada. We agreed that I’d come in the next morning to get my stuff, they’d talk to me, etc. I warned him I might be a little late depending on how hung ove I was.
Afterwards. we took over to ’s & ’s house. Got a pizza from Two-Fisted Marios for the road, stopped at a liquor store. There was some serious drinkin about to happen. Michelle got a bottle of Sauza Hornitos & some limes. once we got there, I proceeded to get very drunk on tequila.
Stayed out pretty late, my cubemate Dave came out, some other friends came over, it was a regualar party.
So this morning, I got downtown about 9:30, went up to the office, and started emptying my desk into a box. After a few minutes, the CEO & CTO asked me to come into a conference room to talk.
Short version: The layoff was supposed to be effective yesterday, but I had a choice. Because of lobbying by Roger on my behalf, they offered me a one-month extension to transition my job to India. The reason I was kept on was because I was in charge of a couple key, high-visibility accounts, accounts that the company must keep. I’ll be working until the end of July, and then I’ll get two weeks’ severance, and then get paid for a little over a week’s vacation.
I wore a t shirt, coincidentaly, that says, on the back, “It’s not Luck… It’s Karma”
I’m about to become one of that growing group of people who’ve had to train their ovverseas replacements.
My boss told me to take the day off, start tomorrow frseh.
So that’s what happened to me. How’ve you been?