That’s what she said. Maybe those weren’t her exact words. And no, I’m not talking about Marie Antoinette. When the director of the training center where I’d worked for about a year called us into her office to announce that due to curriculum changes our positions would be eliminated, and that we’d be having cake at what would be our last weekly staff meeting, she might as well have been Marie Antoinette, telling the hungry, breadless French to eat cake.
This was my first layoff, so I hadn’t yet developed the thick skin that years of dealing with really bad bosses gives you. I was taking it personally. I’d been a dedicated worker, had received great reviews and was loved by my students. So while she was nonchalantly explaining the paperwork we’d need to complete before we hit the bricks, I was still wondering if I’d heard her correctly. I thought, “Let me get this straight, you’ve just told me I no longer have a job, and you want me to celebrate with cake?!” Obviously this woman had never been laid off. Surely this isn’t common. Surely employers don’t dismiss you and then tell you that on your last day there’ll be cake in the conference room. It’s not like I resigned, or got another job. I was being let go, my feelings were hurt, and no amount of carb overloading would fix that. Read the rest of this entry »







