Yesterday, I was telling my partner about three troubling things that were going on at work. The first was that our colleagues who had taken the deferred resignation offer, and the probationers who were let go outside of the normal process, were both told suddenly that they would be losing access at close of business this Friday, instead of March 7 or February 28, as initially informed.
Little warning and no explanation. This constant chopping and changing makes our lives chaotic, which may be intentional, and makes it harder to treat people with dignity, tie a bow on their work, and smooth out the needed transitions and succession.
The other two are not public knowledge.
By the time I got home from that car trip I learned about a fourth shitty thing: My two remaining probationers who had been apparently spared in the initial culling were notified after close of business that they actually are being dismissed (one of them was given the other’s last name on the hastily prepared paperwork) and will be put on administrative leave today. We barely have time to offboard them, let alone show them appreciation for their service.
As my friend David Gans sings in his song “It’s Gonna Get Better”:
It’s gonna get worse
Before it gets better
But I know it’s gonna get better
Today I am hearing my last two probies may lose access in the morning, leaving us without even a single day to see them off. I’m beyond furious.
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