The emails jammed my already
crowded inbox with regularity, all with the same theme: So and So had been laid
off at my two former workplaces, who, in a marriage of clueless and heartless
corporate gangs, merged a few years ago. A news article confirmed it was
so.
One of the former colleagues
kicked to the curb was an arrogant senior editor who shifted his work onto me
every chance he got. He only wanted to do one thing, and one thing only.
So
when there was an assignment he didn’t want to do, he pushed it on me. I didn’t
say anything because he had seniority over me and it was obvious his male
superiors were going to protect him. Hey, I don’t want to see any one get laid
off, but in his case, his laziness and indifference finally caught up with him.
Other emails hinted the raging drunk who harassed me for 16 years was also on his way out, along with
his happy hour buddy, a frequently inebriated, nasty, cheating lout with
disgusting personal habits. But before that jerk got the boot, he weaseled
himself to another job, where he will surely be shocked to learn he cannot get
away with the same bad behavior tolerated for so long at his former job. A rude
awakening awaits. His farewell party splashed across Facebook, and if it’s on
Facebook, it must be true, right?
Hazier was the fate of my
former horrible boss. When I inquired of my sources where they heard this
information, they said it was PR people. In other words, unreliable office
gossip. I had heard rumors of this guy’s (and the company’s) demise before and
nothing came of it. I had no reason to believe this time would be any different.
He had somehow survived,
despite his drunkenness, poor management, and abusive behavior. He actually once
told the HR lady that screaming at underlings made them perform better! How
this man worked at the same place for 30 plus years without a harassment lawsuit
filed against him boggles the mind.
He was an office bully who,
in true alcoholic fashion, blamed everyone else for his shortcomings and
failures. He raged whenever he felt like it, just to assert his power. Every mistake, no matter how slight, pitched him into a fit. His long survival stands as an exemplar of white male privilege. No
matter how badly he acted or the company performed, the All White Males Club
protected his pimply pale ass. He knew how to play the corporate game. Or as a
former colleague said, he kissed up and punched down.
One of my former co-worker
made an interesting comment. She said she had heard a woman executive at the parent
company was giving this guy and his bar buddy a hard time. Considering how misogynist
these jerks are, I’m sure they hated being belittled by a —Horrors! How dare
she! — woman. Again, with nothing more to go on than gossip, I didn’t believe
someone who survived more plagues than a cockroach was truly gone.
Then, THE email finally
came. My former colleague noted that the website masthead no longer listed his
name. (Again, I checked. It didn’t.) So he really was gone…or was he? A little
while later, I logged onto website, and there is was — definitive proof. A
goodbye column written in his name. I say written in his name because when I
was there, whenever he had to moderate a panel or do a presentation, he always
made one of the editors, like me, write it for him. So I’m positive another
editor wrote that vomit-inducing column. No one, except maybe the pill-popping
alcoholic whore he installed over me as the editor in chief, is sorry to see
him go, I’m sure. Finally, corporate
cutbacks reached upper management. Boo hoo.
For many years, I shied away
from anything near my former workplace, fearful I’d bump into his toxic orbit. I
knew if I did, he’d come after me. That’s not paranoia, it’s how that guy
operates. He’s all about revenge. (I’m sure he hated me for outing the plagiarism
of a former editor.) Now, he is gone, and I’m thankful, although I still
want nothing to do with my former workplace. And it certainly doesn’t change my
increasingly dire financial situation.
But if I ever did see him
again, I’d like to ask him a few questions, like….
How did it feel to have your
fate decided in a boardroom without you being there? How did it feel to not
have any chance to save yourself or learn the real reason behind your layoff?
How does it feel to not have
someplace to go everyday where you can spew your self-hate at other defenseless
people? How does it feel to not have any power at all?
How did it feel to clean out
your desk, go home, and face the fact you have no steady paycheck coming in
after just 26 weeks of unemployment? How did it feel to wonder and worry how
you’re going to pay the mortgage and health insurance without that steady
paycheck?
How does it feel to apply
for job after job and get rejection after rejection?
How did it feel when you
realized you could no longer terminate other people to save your job?
How did it feel to have
worked for three decades at the same company and then be told you were
worthless to them?
For so long, you were so
smug, confident in your belief you would never get laid off. Now, you’re just
another out-of-work loser, just like all the other people whose jobs you
terminated while you continued to pull down a hefty paycheck for doing nothing.
You know now you were nothing special.
So I have to ask you, how
does it feel?