We had weathered last week's Night of the Long Knives. I was on vacation and sent worried emails on Friday. Turns out the day had been Wednesday.
We were all sort of silently rejoicing by Friday that we were safe (this time around).
We were wrong.
Yesterday a coworker in our department was handed his hat when he arrived to work. The ladies in our department were in tears. That did not include me. I was too furious to even cry over his bewildered expression.
This happened because he wasn't here the day they handed out pink slips last week. The people in Binghamton were too lazy to return (way, way, way out here, a whole 40 minutes away!) the next day to inform him properly.
Too involved in their own stupid selves to properly handle the termination. So a working man had the entire weekend through Wednesday to believe that he would have a decent Christmas, after all...
"Human resources" just doesn't get it. God damn them to Hell forever and a year.
And yet I still need a nap, every single day. And that is after 10 hours of sleep at night!
I am mystified, because I thought I was doing better.
One bright spot: last night I was running through the channels when I came across the PBS special broadcast of Black and White Night. They were running a telethon.
Husband RJ came in and set the DVR to record. I never knew he like Orbison, too!
Even the telethon was less annoying because it had people who knew him, including his widow. We watched the whole thing together. Sometimes I was crying; Orbison had the most amazing voice and manner, just staring (I think) off into the distance.