That which ties us all together
I received my New York magazine in the mail today. I like the magazine. The articles are short, and modern. On page 32, I started reading Only the Men Survive, The Crash of Zoe Cruz By Joe Hagan
Recently, I received a call from the Human Resources Director and my boss, also a Director, for an impromptu meeting. I supposed it was about my first annual salary review and the expected raise and bonus - which was running a couple of weeks late. After a short discussion, I was walked to the door. Actually, I was escorted by the Director and two rather large gentlemen to my office - to collect my stuff - and then on to the elevator. I was let go, paid till the end of the month. Not bad, I suppose, but still a shock. I didn't even get to say goodbye to anyone, not even the four people that worked for me or the other five in the department. Though, I did get to say goodbye to the Director.
Recently, I received a call from the Human Resources Director and my boss, also a Director, for an impromptu meeting. I supposed it was about my first annual salary review and the expected raise and bonus - which was running a couple of weeks late. After a short discussion, I was walked to the door. Actually, I was escorted by the Director and two rather large gentlemen to my office - to collect my stuff - and then on to the elevator. I was let go, paid till the end of the month. Not bad, I suppose, but still a shock. I didn't even get to say goodbye to anyone, not even the four people that worked for me or the other five in the department. Though, I did get to say goodbye to the Director.
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