I was laid off on Friday.
Back in my first few years in Chicago, the tech bust snatched the jobs of many of my friends. Every party we went to from 1999-2001 had at least one person who had just been laid off that day, that week. And, still, through all those stories, this remains one of the most unbelievably heartless:
First, a little background. I work(ed) for a technology company with one existing email product and another in the works. The product in the works is the money-maker, the other is just bridging the gap. Through a year of mesmerizingly disastrous mismanagement, the development side of the house managed to lose two early adopter clients and slaughter the BETA servers just as new leads were getting near the purchase point.
On the marketing and sales side, we made deep forays into huge enterprises – many decision-makers at these companies loved the idea of the product. Unfortunately, they couldn’t use it b/c the development side has a rolling-outage going that’s just topping the month-point now…
Skip ahead… Last Thursday, our management team said good bye to a consultant who had been of significant help to us. To save money on a big restaurant bill, I offered to make dinner. All came to my house. All knew that they were taking away my family’s only reliable source of income the next day. They sat around the table, ate the food I’d spent hours preparing and took advantage of my hospitality knowing that they would be laying me off the next day.
Wait, it gets more unbelievable.
Next day, we’re in the office and the president announces that she wants the development guy and I to meet about future plans. So, she orchestrates a little coffee break at a local shop where I know, well, most of the people there. THAT is where they tell me that they’re laying me off. But, they say it like this: We’ve decided that we need to cut expenses, “that means no more paychecks for you.” She says this so guilelessly that you really have to believe that she didn’t think that meant “no more work.” And, in fact, she spent a significant amount of time trying to convince me to work for free. Or, they say “for equity.” Which, empirically, they have taken away from others on a whim – making it not the best investment strategy I’ve ever heard of…
Working at a start-up is a pretty unstable choice. So, to make it possible for me to work comfortably, my boss had long promised 4 – 6 weeks notice if paying my salary became impossible. You guessed it – a lie. I get two weeks notice. So, I’m off to the office here shortly to continue to teach other people how to do my job that they just took away from me … it is, insane. The (commissioned) sales director told me yesterday that it would take three people to replace me when they realize what a mistake they’ve made. I appreciate the flattery, but, truly recognize what a hill they’ll have to climb with no one in marketing to lead the sales and positioning effort.
This may sound bitter to read, but truly I am just shocked and disappointed that people I gave so much time and effort to could treat me so heartlessly. That, I suppose, is why the phrase "it's just business" was coined in the first place.
I was actually planning on keeping this to myself. In part because I’m embarrassed by it and in part because I know there are a few people who read this blog that take some rather unseemly pleasure (glee?) at any misfortune that might befall me…
Still, even as I am nearly panicking over the implications here, I realize that this was far, far from my fault. And, as for those who might giggle devilishly about this, I try to remember the words of the very affable Mary Scmich, “The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.”
I will write more on this later … perhaps you, my loyal readers, can help me with a smidge of networking. Meanwhile I am scared and optimistic. This is a horrible time of year to be looking for a new job and marketing is a very tough field; still, I have a lot to offer and already some of my collegues have been a tremendous help. I am looking forward to being part of a new team and trying again...
(I’m jobless in Ohio. Yes, I voted for Kerry.)