Remember when I talked — just a post or so ago, to remind you — about having an adult conversation about this virus and all of its fallout? When I talked about those in positions of power and influence offering *gasp!* honest information and assessments?
Ahh, the naivety of youth…
The folks who worked with and for me asked, when all of this shit started to fall apart, if the furloughs really were temporary, or if “furlough” was Latin for “fired”.
At the time, I laughed and reassured them.
At the time, I even believed that reassurance.
Now,…not so much.
Just how many of the “temporarily furloughed” will be rehired when all the COVID fun and games are finished? Hope and optimism tell me that number is in the 90%+ range…but hope and optimism are abusive lovers who have beat the shit out of me in the past, so why believe them now?
Companies get a bad reputation from mass firings — err, “course corrections” — so many avoid them like the plague…
Well, there goes that argument.
When you’re IN the freaking plague, what is there to avoid?
It’s a “Get Out of Jail Free” card for the executive set, that’s what it is. They get to fire… Sorry, they get to furlough until their hearts are content, but then they can point to viruses and conspiracies and democrats and republicans to pass on every iota of blame…
Ahh, it’s good to be a heartless asshole when the world is falling apart.
A few weeks ago, I thought jobs were safe. Today, I thinks it’s a flip of the coin. And tomorrow? Tomorrow, I think you’re gonna have to roll the hard seven to have a job.
But, hey, at least we have the election to look forward to…
Shit, where did I put that bottle of scotch?