I've been moody this past week. I know. I would say sorry about all of the cynical Facebook statuses and general gruffness, but I'm not going to do that because I'M STILL MOODY.
They're going through a cycle of layoffs at Symantec; and while the destroying angel has seemingly passed over my door for now, a lot of people I knew got the axe. Everyone I work with has much more corporate (read: layoff) experience than I do, so none of them were even angry about it. I guess it helps that 90% of my coworkers have at one time or another worked in the valley for Novell, a soul-crushing, morale-pummeling business that is second only to Power Innovations when it comes to consistently treating their employees poorly.
I like Symantec. In fact, I love Symantec. The people are fabulous, and they are all incredibly talented. And, really, I get it: layoffs are unavoidable...especially within publicly-owned companies, where shareholders are calling for blood every 90 days. But I think it's imperative that someone tell the executives that the idea of layoffs IS HURTING JULIA'S FEELINGS. And now because of this, everything is hurting my feelings.
My car seems to be getting worse gas mileage. This hurts my feelings.
People don't know their homophones. This hurts my feelings.
I was kinda too warm and kinda too cold at various times of the day. This hurt my feelings.
The pear I brought to work today was mushy. Hurt. Feelings.
I just heard Sloan utter What the helll? under his breath while studying for his organic chemistry final. This actually lifted my spirits a bit (because tee hee! bad word!).
If there is one thing I will not complain about, it is the concept of outsourcing. I'm down with outsourcing, because ya know what? If someone (foreign or not) is willing to do the same job for significantly less than me, it's because THEY NEED THE MOOLAH. Odds are these jobs are going to people who don't have the disposable income to spend on idiotic modern Americana like Bumpits or iPhones. I only wish that the countries in which these people lived didn't have perilously low wages.
I'm not gonna pull a redneck and gluttonously demand to get as much money as I can when someone across the world with five kids who works 12 hours a day can live off a quarter of what I make...and be grateful for it. Because, folks, if I were to huff and puff about letting underprivileged people work closer to a better life because it meant that I couldn't buy a jet ski, that would make me a jerk/fiscal conservative/Jenna Mount.