Franglo

I started writing this on the train Friday, but I just now had the emotional capacity to finish it.

It’s been another challenging week, as I received multiple emails from people saying goodbye and then viewed people announcing their departure on LinkedIn. Our organization initiated a voluntary departure program; we were all given the option to decide if we wanted to stay or take a package based on our tenure of service.

This week, I said goodbye to many friends and fellow hard workers like myself, who were ready for the next chapter. Multiple times this week, I found myself in tears, on the verge of tears, or trying to hide crying at my desk.

I have worked closely with these humans, who have been my rocks when times get challenging; anyone who has worked on or been a part of a merger knows the seas get bumpy occasionally.

I have worked in telecommunications for years, an industry continuously restructuring every six months to a year, but this time felt different. It could be because I am getting older, and my friends have the tenure to make a package like this a viable option.

This time, senior management did not decide who stayed and who went; the control was with the employees. I liken it to a breakup; they choose to leave this relationship rather than wait to be dumped.

As I get to prepare for the next week and the insane workload ahead, I am not sure how I feel. I did not have a weekend that let me unpack my feelings. I went to Yoga, fought back the tears throughout the class and then went to dinner with the family, which was also challenging.

I am recovering from being poisoned with gluten after dinner last night, and my insides are like my emotions are a bit hurt and explosive.

Let’s see what the week brings…