after about 13 years on the job, with numerous colleagues, managers and very big happy moments in achieving stuff, I just heard that my last (!) colleague is quitting within the month and in the entire, very big, office space there will be nobody but me. The manager is interim and in some other country. All my former colleagues did not get the much-hoped-for extension on their working contracts and had to go one day to the next. From a thriving office of 15 employees, now only I remain, and today I heard that I am probably going to be laid off too, because for only one employee, the office is too big a burden on the budget. Call me nothing, I helped 6 people today with their appeal for help. Our fantastic office will be terminated, directly after a very active, swinging and thriving period. These days, no kidding, I am the ghost of my office, every empty workplace I see is the workplace of someone who was there a couple of months ago, who made a very big difference in his or her job. I even speak of 'we' still, while there's nobody left.
Of course, I am applying for new places to work and everything, but until I really find something, wow, well, I am in that very empty building every day, doing all the stuff that nobody is around to do anymore. Book? Sure. Radio? Of course. Some exercise? Room enough. Sun? If it's there, I'm baking in it, next to the phone and the office e-mail.
I can make life as easy as I want, actually. But every moment I see those old desks and think of those colleagues that would have been there today, helping out a lot of people with their questions and doubts, if only their contracts would have been extended. We would have been thriving still, doing a lot of good, if only. Apart from the cheery mind, the 'take every day as a gift and make as much of it as you can'-thought, the 'be happy that you still have your own bloody wages these days', how do you Zen into this kind of situation? Every once in a while, I really feel lost, and now my last colleague is going too!
The only kind of cheering up that I can give myself is that real ghosts probably should be having a huge ball, since they are unseen and unheard!