Have I got a tail of rhetoric for you dear reader. I can only imagine what Aristotle (384-322 BC), would have made of it if he had been around to see it unfold. My story has all the elements of Logos, Pathos and Ethos, teaming with the build up of the first act, then hitting the climax like a 60 degree crescendo before it hits the floor again.
Remember last week I told you of my impending doom of unemployment that was to take place at the end of this month, and how everyone from within the company that was part of a particular division were all affect by this employment interruptus, and that our two weeks notice was given? Well, as it turns out, there was a small glitch in the method of implementing the mass lay-offs. Apparently, and I have no factual conformation of this myself, that when the employer lays-off more than 53 employees, a greater period of notice must be given, which seems to be a term of three months, and/or a severance must be given. And I strongly say that I have little knowledge of how this part of the labour law works (in British Columbia), because I have had little time to sit down and properly research this out. So it is hearsay until I do my homework. So, as of now, and I say this with some frustration, I am not laid-off, but I do know that it is pending. The rule is, according to my manager, until we are (I am) given notice in writing: it has not happened yet.
This is the saga as of 12:00 noon today when my shift ended. It has been a roller-coaster ride of events, from speculations and hearsay, to sounds of silence and tight-lipped employees, at some point I really want to get off.
I have little to say right now other than one part of me is very pissed off that I’m being lead around like this, and another part is thinking a sigh of relief that I’m still employed, but I am teetering on the bring of uncertainty. I don’t like being put into this position because I have plans, commitments and aspirations. I understand that the capital world is in a state of chaos right now, but surely all the money in the world cannot dry up at once—or could it? Anyway, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it—for now.