By Diane Ako
My best friend at work, Paul Drewes, phoned me Friday night. "Boy, now I know what it's like to work at Claus' place (Moanalua Mortuary)," he joked. "The newsroom is sooo quiet nowdays. You know how usually there's so much chatter and noise? Nothing. Not a peep."
The layoffs started Thursday. Coworkers call me. "Hey, have you heard the latest? So-and-so got let go." Each name feels like a little stab. These are my friends, and I really, really feel for them. And obviously, since we're all in this little dingy without a paddle, a layoff hits too close to home.
Every time the phone rings or the e mail alert sounds, I jump. Apparently, so does everyone else. Now, it's the weekend, so for sure, I have two whole agonizing days to sit around and wait more.
You know, I've considered the broad possibilities that might happen to me: I could get laid off, or I could get kept. It's really too mind-numbing, as I've said before, to think about the intricacies of what show I might get and what role I would play.
I don't feel like charting out a spreadsheet akin to Fantasy Football, about what talent might get placed where. I'm just trying to not think about it. Why stress out unnecessarily?
The funny thing is, I've made my peace with either possibility, and the thing I HATE is this waiting game. If the interview (officially termed a "meet and greet/ get to know you") felt like a blind date, this feels like the yucky feeling in your stomach while you wait for the right moment to break up with your boyfriend.
No wonder why that kink in my neck hasn't gone away yet!
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