burnt out by marko susla

Burnt Out; a State of Affairs by Marko Sulsa

I would love to write you a short little essay to accompany this photograph. But, you see, the thing is that my co-worker was laid off just before the Holidays. The day before to be precise. It was part of right sizing, workforce reduction, organizational realignment to maintain corporate competitiveness, or what ever you wish to call it. Some big expensive consulting group came in and reduced us to little plastic soulless pawns on a Monopoly board and knocked us off as they pleased to fit their game strategy, scattering us all over the floor without any regard to our true value or long term strategic planning. Only what fit their current perception of corporate reality. Now I have to do the work of two people. It is an unwritten, unspoken addendum to my job description. By the time I get home, the wife is in bed and the kids are all asleep. The dog is curled up in his bed because the kids already played him out and the cat is curled up in a warm spot hiding somewhere in the kid’s room not wanting to be bothered. All I can do is to eat my cold dinner, watch the late night news, and worry if I will have a job at the end of this quarter.