When a new appointment coincides with a reduction in half of colleagues, career take off does not bring joy. Therefore, the text supplied on condition of anonymity. The names of the characters changed, and any similarity is coincidental"And the living will envy the dead! "he growled colleague, dropping in front of me on the table thick folders with documents, offering me the rain pouring unconcluded contract, unpaid bills and unsigned emails. Looking at the pile of Affairs given to me, I begin to experience fear on a background of extreme guilt. This cute woman, as well as the rest of my 20 colleagues, today announced the cuts. I look at her with gratitude. Thank you for at least face me these folders are not tossed, because I'm the only one in the Department who passed the cuts. And it wouldn't be that sad if against the background of massive corporate tragedies I have not raised.
Deep down, I certainly am proud of myself: good, apparently, specialist, indispensable man, a hard worker. Heck go ahead, just genius! But actually, I know the truth.... When all bad, feel good - unnatural and punishable. It seems to me that the prophecy of the old lady from accounting will be fulfilled and I will be forever burn in hell for his petty meanness and cheap affair".
In early summer, the company was a rumor about the wave of reductions that will contribute to the optimization and streamlining internal business processes". We waved with distrust, because our Department only began to emerge, the management also hired several marketers and analysts - luxury today, sales were, budgets were signed. We tenacity pecked at the keyboard and answered phone calls until there was a deep autumn.
In the office there was a paranoid atmosphere. "Reduce..." - I heard a whisper from every crevice. The Desk staff was silently dropped leaflets notifications. HR partisan was silent, the guide was hiding in the oval offices, we were sitting there waiting. Nothing explained, nobody listened. Over our heads sparkled with bits of uncertainty. Fire the person or not, could only guess, as between themselves and this subject was trying not to operate. It was all reminiscent of the game "mafia": no honest citizen does not know for certain who is in the game belongs to the enemy team.
I am the enemy. I remain. The President of the company called me and was asked to lead the management of tax planning and budgeting instead of my boss Ilya Alexandrovich. It is fired. Not only it. Sixty-year-old Lena (negotiates contract), the mother of many children Anna (planning budgets), talented Irina (tax consultant), lonely Marina from Odintsov (economist), clumsy kind Xenia (accountant), a week ago hired Natasha (assists all), just intelligent Manager Arcadia, grandmother-courier Naina M. (where to go?! ). Fired everyone except my helper Lights. Hates work on defining and my mood.
I walk into our office. My soon ex-colleagues scour labor laws, discuss the compensation package, are prepared. Is it possible to be prepared for the fact that you are not human, and regular unit? My boss understands the threat, but kept bravely: "Faster than I would have paid three of my salary, I'm tired. Let it reduce! " I don't believe him. And even regret. He doesn't understand that compensation will not be paid. Look into the eyes hard.
Good, decent, kind, active, hardworking, cheerful, large, retirement age, combat, clever, effective, old-timers, just old, sick children, with a removable apartments, with loans, with parents, with debts, irreplaceable...All these features for my bosses gipnotiziruyusche empty. They are taken from the foreign vocabulary of the other folders from the trash. Do not fit into the complex concept of optimization of these people with their personal Affairs. "You are so kind, my dear. Think better about themselves," explodes into a smile CFO Tatiana - monster with the head of the silent carp, the body of a goat and tail of a dragon.
When my colleagues found out that I remain, they stopped talking to me. And it's not that worse I worked. I just "didn't deserve" because in this company, I am only five months, five years and they. If I originally had La in their team an outsider, but now has become a hated pariah. They fall silent when I come in, disappear during lunch, cute smile and not naturally stretch: "Priveeeet! " The situation is complicated by the fact that they are all supposed to send me stuff. Th ry Affairs. And because I'm interested in it more than anyone else, have these things to beg. "Oksana, will be able to meet me in five and discuss the status of projects to date? ""No". "When you will be comfortable? " - "Never uncomfortable". - "Maybe tomorrow? " - "Tomorrow I am on vacation, and then I'm leaving nasaw SEM. Sorry". Had to take the case not fully. "Updating of telephone base is all what did you do? "Yes, imperturbable look.
I can be, and wanted to enjoy their increase and survivability, but reproachful eyes because of office partitions did not give me this opportunity. During this time I visited a "social climber", "somebody's lover", "schemer" and "grasper". But no one will explain what my life with the constant feelings of guilt and self-abasement turned into a series of endless boards, call on the carpet, unreal responsibility and tons of papers. Each of my many bosses in the Board of Directors felt it necessary to remind me in a personal conversation, to whom I owe my salvation. "I defended your candidacy, honey, so don't forget who your guardian angel". And so each.
Light went to work with an enviable impermanence, acted rudely toward and refused to obey orders. "Svetlana, what are your plans for tomorrow morning? " - I ask. "And you want me to invite? "No, I want you in the morning came to our office on Kutuzov and handed over the documents. - "You know... no... will not work, - thinks for a long time. - I'm not ready to go this far, I have hypertension". And nothing can be done. She's here forever, and I as much as she would like. It is criminal. Parts not know.
When I especially hard, I remember recently I was looking for a job. Every day updated your resume on specialized sites, as persistently called agents and companies, as scribbling a long letter, as ran from one end of town to the other, to catch an interview with. Was ready to travel to the most distant point, and from there to the corporate transport. Was ready to call irritable HR after thrown tubes and lopped words. Ready to answer the most incompetent questions Katowice. Ready to sit in the same queue with inexperienced students. Anything, just to find a job. Remember, I sent my first time resume for the position of assistant (with my five-year managerial experience), and then two days crying, because even there the answer did not come. I remember the first time beginning to save money and moved on to the metro, and then just stopped out of the house. Remember, as with shampoo Shiseido moved to the "Crumbs". Remember how fired the maid and she scrubbed window. I remember how ashamed in unfamiliar company to answer the question: "Where do you work? " When I think about this time, no Light, no intrigue, fatigue, nerves will not force me to complain about his fate. And I can never enjoy the dismissal of other people.
Ilya should leave and give me his place. He just found it, and that any anticipated payments will not be conducted. His eyes bloodshot, he hisses: "This is for you so with hands gone. You came as a student, as a guest, and now climbed to my place, witch! You will have problems with fiscal authorities. Will cause such damage, never rake! " He grabs the phone and begins to actively scour in the address book, occasionally glancing at me the evil eye. "If it will get easier, Ilya," I say. "Go upstairs and say if will not be solved in a good way, I you all will". "Well, " I said, " throw".
Ilya never satisfied. He is a good man, a Mature male, professional. He never cries, he comes to the issues with maximum correctness. He have seen and widely thinks. Work with him I am proud of it I regret. I can never understand to what extent you want to bring us to a second turned into a raging beast in a trap.
I'm going to work with a full sense of fragility. What today I call work, tomorrow may be the punishment of heaven. My working place, my most strategic asset could easily turn into a normal piece of wood. Meet me is my shortened Naya colleague Mary. She's in jeans, hair disheveled. "Here, I bought a lot of books, go to the COI of it," she laughs. "Money paid for? "No, the apartment will have to leave". - "What's next? " - "Somehow," she cheerfully waving to me. I look at her and feel sorry for myself. I always wanted to act according to conscience. Always wanted to be fair. I'm not sure that today I am good at it. Live, I envy the dead".
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Elle
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