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...my work. it's been devastated.
3 years ago
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this isn't about the problem coworker anymore.
we have had mass layoffs this entire week starting last friday as well. the entire company has cut over 85 employees (those are the ones i have heard or been able to keep track of) from its roster. all have been let go with severance packages, letters of recommendations, and tears. people who have worked there 5, 8 years now have been let go. one half of some couples have been let go.
we are cutting our flower grow and switching to a concentrates and edibles factory for the next 6 months. the economy is suffering and bud sales are tanking. nearly all of our flower processing department is also gone now. including my friend J.
all departments have been effected. our losses are the problem coworker, and the wonderful but slowest timed coworker K. she went home crying, but walking tall. everyone was scared if there would be anyone else but the higher ups explained that who was left was left. we weren't going to walk in on monday without a job, we would be here.
everybody left 20 minutes early because we just couldn't work after that anymore. manager was shaking and ready to be at home.
i'm lucky. i got hired into the fill team. my friend R. J. recommended me, and i interviewed for a fast vacant position. one and a half or so years ago. i met some people who were total layabouts. i met some people who were good. people who i don't see anymore but are still in the building. people have been transfered. sometimes i wonder what would happen if they hadn't. i cant think about it too much.
this is our livelihood. i barely make enough to hold down an apartment and it takes up all my time and i don't do the things i want to do anymore. to draw, to make music. i barely have the energy to push myself when i realize i've spent the last week eating watching youtube sleeping and going to fucking work. i'm lucky i get to do it.
god this shit has me *head in hands* and fucked up at how fragile this all is right now. i just want to draw. to make comics. to animate. to make music and feel with people. to not have to worry if things are going to explode or not.
it really really really really really makes me want to lay down for as long as i possibly can.
i'm really really really really lucky.
we have had mass layoffs this entire week starting last friday as well. the entire company has cut over 85 employees (those are the ones i have heard or been able to keep track of) from its roster. all have been let go with severance packages, letters of recommendations, and tears. people who have worked there 5, 8 years now have been let go. one half of some couples have been let go.
we are cutting our flower grow and switching to a concentrates and edibles factory for the next 6 months. the economy is suffering and bud sales are tanking. nearly all of our flower processing department is also gone now. including my friend J.
all departments have been effected. our losses are the problem coworker, and the wonderful but slowest timed coworker K. she went home crying, but walking tall. everyone was scared if there would be anyone else but the higher ups explained that who was left was left. we weren't going to walk in on monday without a job, we would be here.
everybody left 20 minutes early because we just couldn't work after that anymore. manager was shaking and ready to be at home.
i'm lucky. i got hired into the fill team. my friend R. J. recommended me, and i interviewed for a fast vacant position. one and a half or so years ago. i met some people who were total layabouts. i met some people who were good. people who i don't see anymore but are still in the building. people have been transfered. sometimes i wonder what would happen if they hadn't. i cant think about it too much.
this is our livelihood. i barely make enough to hold down an apartment and it takes up all my time and i don't do the things i want to do anymore. to draw, to make music. i barely have the energy to push myself when i realize i've spent the last week eating watching youtube sleeping and going to fucking work. i'm lucky i get to do it.
god this shit has me *head in hands* and fucked up at how fragile this all is right now. i just want to draw. to make comics. to animate. to make music and feel with people. to not have to worry if things are going to explode or not.
it really really really really really makes me want to lay down for as long as i possibly can.
i'm really really really really lucky.
