She d been let go. We were floored. I felt like someone had punched me in the stomach. It didn t make any sense. But she d see on the writing on the wall, and the rest of us had refused to believe it.
Middle management IS always the first to go.
The rest of the day I felt like a visitor in a hostile land where unseen snipers picked us off one by one with cold-hearted precision. We all waited in nervous little clusters for news of the next victim, or to be tapped ourselves. An incredible amount of actual work was not getting done, and Todd had just about talked Bonnie, Dave, and I into doing some of it to take our minds off of what was going on around us. I actually sat down at my computer to send one of my projects to Dave, but when I turned around to let him know about it, he was gone. They were like Ninjas.