Day of Days

How often do premonitions come true, I wonder. Myself, I'm not overtly sensitive in that sort of way, so I've got no experience on the subject one way of the other. But people talk about them all the time. "I just knew X was going to happen."

Twenty three employees at our office had a bad day today. Each walked into work, for what must have seemed like a normal day. They left around midday, carrying cardboard boxes.

A couple, for various reasons, had some advance warning. Most of them didn't. How many of the latter felt something was up?

This isn't our first layoff. I've got no reason to think the office is closing its doors, and I'm fairly confident I'll remain employed as long as that doesn't happen. But the atmosphere around the building has changed. The cuts are getting deeper and deeper. The uncertainty and rumor are running rampant.

We're not lost, Private. We're in Normandy.

I trust that the folks making the decisions are making the right ones, and we can find our way back to better times. I have to trust in that, because there's not much else that can be done.