The past week went particularly fast, especially since Wednesday.
That morning on my way to the metro, I saw a big crow eating bread crumbles in the middle of the street. Seeing crows as often as squirrels, I've long stopped see them as signs of bad luck. Apparently they still are.
The moment I stepped into office, 10 minutes late (because I missed one train), my boss came to my desk asking me to come to his office. A 40ish white guy in a blue button-down shirt sat across the table playing with his blackberry whom my boss introduced to me as the HR guy. For the four years I've been working here, I've never seen anyone from the HR coming down to DC from the New York headquarters. Not a good sign, they are like the crows.
"The company is shutting down the office. Everyone is let go." My boss said in a dry voice. He said he's moving to New York himself and offered me a position in the New York office, but I had to make a decision, like right now.
Apparently I was the last one in the office who got notice. My boss called everyone last night and couldn't reach me because I recently changed my cell phone number. Thank god for that so I could still enjoy last night's "Dancing with the stars" in an undisturbed good mood, well, relatively good mood, because my favorite cowboy was eliminated.
Returned to my desk, logged on to my computer, emailed hubby. The office was abnormally quiet. No one was talking. Everybody was busy in front of their computers, like they were working on some stories on deadline. It almost made you feel like the whole thing was not real.
Fifteen minutes later, we were all called into the big conference room to have a conference call with our big boss in New York, who "sincerely" thanked everyone for their hard work and "apologizingly" explained how hard the company was trying but failed to keep the jobs.
Back to my desk, I saw an email from an editor who comes up with this daily timeoff that shows which headlines of ours beat or lost to our competitors by how many seconds. It has became a routine for me, and probably for everyone, to check the email just in case I may be scrutinized by the editor on why my headline is 1 minute later than our rivals. This time, for the first time in four years, I deleted the email without opening it. Together with that email, I dumped my eight years being a proud member of the company into the trash bin.
I declined the New York offer and two hours later, I sent out my resume looking for another job.
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