Poetic Justice

It's been a long 2 weeks at work. People have been frantic. What, with layoffs and all. So anyway, we are the IS department and are supposed to not have been affected by these layoffs. We are a mortgage company and layoffs for Loan officers (LOs) and other support staff are not that unusual in the slower market periods. Well, so anyway, they announce that we've been affected. Only 1 developer, and we are to expect no more... the usual corporate bullsit. You wanna believe it, go ahead. I say, believe nothing.

SO the guy who gets laid off is this very very nice guy of asian descent. Earlier, it had become pretty obvious that his side gig, real estate, was making him much richer than even some of our executives when he bought a pretty large house equipped with new tech such as the one that self vacuums the entire 3000+ sq ft of his house. I wondered if jealousy was involved in how they picked this guy to be the one that got the axe. Especially that we had an open developer spot less than 7 days after they let him go. Mmmmmhhhhh, I wonder. Racism... it's pretty obvious and existent in our environment, so not a long shot.

Well, the drama continued to unfold with one of our 'supervisors' so to speak, coming back to work for us. The guy had left us in a huff some 4 months earlier because he was receiving no support from the executives to improve, guide or manage his people. Now he is coming back. Here is the deal, he takes over from the manager to whom the asian guy above, reported to. So this manager now has what we call an unstable job in a very unstable environment. He is worried. I kinda feel bad for him. He got played, by the same people he worked together with to play others. That my friends I call poetic justice.

Through all this I have learnt to despise a lot of people I thought were my friends. "Trust no one" takes on new meaning. These people stab their so called friends in the back just to make themselves look good for 5 seconds. I hate that. And I wish they knew it doesnt help their course. I hate this freakish environment. Makes me wonder how the people who survived in sprint made it through all that hell. You want to see people's true sides, tell them that the ship has to leave some people in mid ocean or everyone else sinks. Disappointing. I'll continue with this as the drama unfolds.