The Downsized EmployeeThe Downsized Employee woke up the first
business day after the downsizing somewhat disappointed to be
angry at no one. The Downsized Employee stayed in bed a full
fourteen minutes longer than she really wanted to while
considering the emotional fuel that might sustain a final task.
On Sunday the Downsized Employee had woken up angry at the
middle manager whose idea of a heads-up was not replying to two
email requests she'd sent a couple weeks earlier asking for a
key fob to the office. On Saturday the Downsized Employee had
risen at 7 a.m. with a hangover and an uncharacteristic cache of
fury directed at her ex-boyfriend, who had been a shithead, but
really, had he ever once humored any of her long-repressed
desires for stability or security, no, and that brings us to the
underlying slight. The Downsized Employee could summon no rage
toward the boss who canned her, because her boss had never given
her any reason to believe he would treat her anything other than
as a disposable commodity