It has now been a week since my work group was laid off. As I type, I am sitting in a nearly empty row of cubicles, like some bad Dilbert cartoon. I used to find Dilbert hysterical, but since my life started running parallel to it, all I’m missing is the snarky dog, I find it rather depressing.

I have moved past the various phases of mourning and am now in “acceptance”. Several of my soon to be ex-coworkers have good leads on jobs, so I’m feeling better now. Still don’t feel great, or even good, but I don’t feel like total and complete shit, so there is improvement. That’s positive, right?

Most of my coworkers have been working from home as much as possible. Most of them have started to clean out their cubes. I’m beginning to feel like a neutron bomb survivor. One of the things I loved about my job was the people in this group, and now there are no more people in this group. I’m lonely. I miss the give and take, I miss the joking around, I miss hearing about everyone’s families.

I’m having trouble focusing on my job. I’m finding it hard to give a crap about a management structure that has proven to me that they don’t give a crap. My new manager is in another town, and hasn’t wasted much time communicating with me. I don’t feel bad about writing this at work.

I worry abut my kids’ futures. My son is following in my footsteps, studying computer science in school. He just started a part time job for a Very Large Retailer, and I can sincerely hope the Large Soul-Sucking Corporation he now works for will treat him better that my Large Soul-Sucking Corporation has treated us.

Hmmm, maybe I am still stuck in the anger phase after all.