Paranoia on the Way to the Vending Machine

The journey from my desk started innocently enough. I was on the prowl for a bottle of water and something sweet. As I traversed the fluorescent-lit hallways, debating between Twizzlers and a granola bar, I couldn't help but notice all of the closed doors.

This was no coincidence. EVERY door was shut--indiscernible voices leaking through the door jams.

Something was up.

My first inclination is normally to be thankful that I am not behind closed doors. But in this instance, I felt like the kid left off the dodgeball team. What the heck is everybody talking about?

Perhaps this is a symbol of the new, weakened economy.

Read more of Andrew G.R.'s blog post at US News & World Report.

Comments

[Ben E.]

1) If it comes down to a job cut, I know that I am going to be one of those that stays, because my functions are essential to what we do, but that won't make me feel better about those that are being tossed out, because I know that I could probably find a job easier than they could...
2) Should have gone with the granola bar :-)