I woke up today. That's always a grateful thing.
I hear ya. I got laid off in February and I was pissed off at first, not that I was laid off, but because of the company. I was one of the most valuable workers who had a job title and worked harder than anyone, literally, and the company based their first group of lay offs on HR reasons. I was in Inventory Control as an operations specialist who worked 7AM-330AM, a friggin dream shift, and my husband worked in shipping (he is still there) as a co-ordinator who's shift was 3PM-whenever they finished so the fact that we were together (it's common law, by the way) seemed to be enough for the company to get rid of one of us, even though we never interacted and we worked in different departments. I was there for 6 years, he in his 14th year so I was their choice. They started putting people to work at the desk who had only been working their for about a year while the rest of us had to work our asses off for years to get there and the people they put at the desks didn't even have job titles. They just pulled random people. Only specialists are suppose to be working at the desks.
Being laid off itself was great because the company doesn't give a shit about anyone. They make us work on Christmas and weekends and it's never voluntary. They threaten to write you up if you don't show up, no matter what excuse you have.
We also had meetings once a month and when the recession was kicking in, they assured us that no full timers would be touched and that they would go from temps to contracts and then to part timers, if they needed to go further. My group was the first to get laid off and all of us were full timers who had been there for years. They still kept contracts and part timers and even a few temps. It was ridicuous.
Thinking about that makes me glad I got laid off because that place doesn't care about you or your life. They just care about the company. They can kiss my ass.
. I had a great time, and will definetly be coming back! 