Call it PTSD or whatever you want, but the idea of walking into work, learning there is a change in policy, and then turning around, impulsively, without the possibility of returning "tomorrow" terrifies me. In my mind, it reminds me, perhaps too vividly, what I felt 1955 days (5 years, 4 months, 1 week, 1 day) ago. On that day, January 26, 2016, I was laid off at Pearson. I had walked into the building with every intention of walking into the building "tomorrow" but due to a "change in policy" (my position was being eliminated), I was not going to be able to do that. I was terrified! I was losing my income!
Maybe that is why the quote about co-workers impulsively quitting their job rubs me the wrong way in so many ways. To me, those employees are children throwing an impulsive temper tantrum. I can liken it to if a child is told, "No, you can't continue drawing with crayon on the wall" and, in reaction to that change in policy, you watch as the child begins to wail and gnash any teeth within their toddler-sized mouth.
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