Layoffs/Going Home
My company announced that it will lay off 49% of it's employees in a cost restructuring effort. I'm fairly certain I'm not getting laid off. For one thing, I'm not high enough on the corporate latter (salary-wise) to draw attention. However, if they want to eliminate people on the basis of importance, I have reason to worry. They haven't notified me, though, and most employees are getting three to four months to keep their jobs while the search for new ones. Very few people will stay on into the 2008.
On another note (though, my title is misleading now that I look at it), I've decided I need to go home more often. I went home the other weekend, and Dad is becoming a little bit disturbing. I'm pretty certain the change was always apart of his personality, and Mom just mitigated it for years and years. Anyways, Dad has given up driving almost entirely. He walks just about everywhere: church, the gym, the grociery store). The only place he doesn't walk is to the cemetary and only because it's too far to do so. My dad has always been thrifty, and the lifestyle change of retirement has undoubtedly made him more concious of his cash flows. Still, his retirement savings are fine. He has no reason to walk. In case you didn't know, my home town is NOT pedestrian friendly. He's asking to get run over. Spend money, Dad! Drive the car; that's what it's for. It just concerns me. It's been two years. I thought he'd be doing better by now. Granted, he is in some ways, but I think his grief is taking newer and more eccentric forms. I'm going to try and go home one weekend a month from now on.
On another note (though, my title is misleading now that I look at it), I've decided I need to go home more often. I went home the other weekend, and Dad is becoming a little bit disturbing. I'm pretty certain the change was always apart of his personality, and Mom just mitigated it for years and years. Anyways, Dad has given up driving almost entirely. He walks just about everywhere: church, the gym, the grociery store). The only place he doesn't walk is to the cemetary and only because it's too far to do so. My dad has always been thrifty, and the lifestyle change of retirement has undoubtedly made him more concious of his cash flows. Still, his retirement savings are fine. He has no reason to walk. In case you didn't know, my home town is NOT pedestrian friendly. He's asking to get run over. Spend money, Dad! Drive the car; that's what it's for. It just concerns me. It's been two years. I thought he'd be doing better by now. Granted, he is in some ways, but I think his grief is taking newer and more eccentric forms. I'm going to try and go home one weekend a month from now on.