Hot blonde shooter

Well as you can read in my previous email I have received a nice invitation to join the local center manager, the hot blonde and my manager via phonecall in the council meeting room to discuss about a matter very important for my future. No joke, this is how they called it in the sentence email.

So finally the fateful day and hour came and I entered the council room. Without any surprise I saw the hot blonde grinning next to the fancy HR diva so my mind flew to a three-some again.

- Come in, come in resource! said the hot blonde manager with a sweet voice to disquise her joy, take a seat, we have your manager on the line.

I took a sit with the calm of the prosecuted villain sitting on the electrical chair. Immediately the manager started a long, pitiful, sorry monologue about how bad the Corporation is doing, how tough are the market conditions and how sorry they are they need to let go valuable resources including myself. To show their appreciation however they would throw in some small compensation to help the victim manage the transition to the next job.

But there was a catch, the offer had to be accepted and signed that day otherwise I would be fired with no compensation. Hearing that I thought I heared the hot blonde moan with satisfaction and I couldn't help thinking if firing resources made her climax.

Not having an alternative and seeing the next resource victim ready to enter the room to be shoot I signed the paper and left. Back to my office I took a long look at the desk and rooms I have been working for close to ten years and phoned Dave:

- Hi, you have a call from the other world. The freshiest ghost arround would like to haunt you in the yard for a coffee.

Shot in the head resource

Well there comes a time in the work life of each resource where you get shot in the head. The Corporation launched wave after wave of so-called "workforce reduction programs"lining up thousands and thounsands of resources and shooting them with the firing squad of HR executioners asking them to resign on the spot.

It is said that when you are fired the entire professional life flashes before your eyes but I didn't feel that. Maybe I was prepared for a longtime for this moment. Like a small servant in the court of the ancient tyrant you cand expect that sword to go down on your neck at any time. All I could do is hope this gets delayed and prepare mentally.

The day before getting shot in the head I received a very strange email from my boss inviting me in a meeting with the local center manager, the hot blonde I told you about. Since my manager was located remotely I quickly threw away the thought of a three-some action in the council room so I was pretty sure I was facing the bullet. Time to say goodbye old champ!

I immediately called Dave and told him about this. His initial reaction was no way, how could this be? It shouldn't have been uncoincevaible for him as we both saw many good folks getting slaughtered year after year but now my name was on the list ...

- Listen Dave, it's clear as daylight. They had no reason to summon in the meeting with the hot blonde and my manager over the phone unless they have the gun ready and the bullet with my name on it.
- Maybe they'll promote you said Dave without being convinced.
- Yeah sure, promote me with a big kick in the rear to make the resource disappear.