Someone once told me that you can believe as much as you like about what your employer tells you, just never believe anything he says regarding "job security." I see now that she had a very good point.
Recent circumstances have made me suspect there really is no such thing as job security, and even in situations where you're likely not to lose your job, you're still in more danger of becoming unemployed than you can readily imagine. Or accept, one would assume.
Anyway.
I think about this now because, well...because it fits perfectly. Later on today, I will be heading into a "meeting" related to work, and will be meeting with people from work. About as much as a gathering of the members of a small department with their relevant supervisors in a small area would count as a "meeting" of any business sort. What is said there could determine whether or not I still have a job, or if it will simply fade into nothingness sometime soon. Not sure.
It all comes down to unexpected events cropping up and having unexpected effects. It is no secret that the NBI (the local rip-off of the FBI, because everything here is a rip-off of something) has conducted raids on my office before. Something about child porn or piracy or somesuch garbage. It is no secret that, come morning, it had become business as usual for us. We'd hear about it from the ones that went home late, laugh, and continue on. So I find it distinctly alarming that such a case is not applying this time.
We've been raided before, but we've never been informed that we wouldn't have to show up for work because of it before. I find this alarming, as do some of the other co-workers of mine that I've talked to. It is most uncharacteristic behavior, and the relative silence behind it does not enforce any confidence in me.
They're hiding something, naturally. Everybody hides something. And I don't like the implications it might have on my current status.
I don't like keeping my hopes up (I never have, come to think of it), and I've already assumed the worst. All I really need now is some sort of confirmation, verbal or otherwise.
And though I had slain a thousand foes less one,
The thousandth knife found my liver;
The thousandth enemy said to me,
'Now you shall die,
Now none shall know.'
And the fool, looking down, believed this,
Not seeing, above his shoulders, the naked stars,
Each one remembering.
--John M. Ford, The Final Reflection
The thousandth knife found my liver;
The thousandth enemy said to me,
'Now you shall die,
Now none shall know.'
And the fool, looking down, believed this,
Not seeing, above his shoulders, the naked stars,
Each one remembering.
--John M. Ford, The Final Reflection
The Asylum Director
- VIIIofSwords
- "The only thing I was fit for was to be a writer, and this rested solely on my suspicion that I would never be fit for real work, and that writing didn't require any." - Russel Baker
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
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