Rub It In

I may have mentioned that I will be losing my job in about the next, oh...45 days or so. That's the through-the-grapevine date. We still haven't been told officially. Nor have we been told what our separation package will be. Everything is up in the air and the communication line has been less than stellar.

Today being my first day back in the office in 2 weeks, I thought for sure I'd hear something today. Mid-morning, I get pinged to go to the VP's office. I go in, and start to close the door, as every time I've been in there, I've had to close the door.

He tells me there's no need, I walk over to his desk and he hands me an envelope. My first thought was, "Wow, that's in personable. An envelope?"

He tells me that the board of directors got together and approved my stock options that I was given upon hire. The info was in the envelope.

It took everything I had at that moment not to laugh at him and commit damage by paper cut. I will be jobless very soon. Stock options only begin to be partially vested after a year of service.

Next time I'll just come in with a salt shaker so he can pour it in my wounds!