The Sinking of the Titanic

I can honestly say that, if I were on the Titanic, I would be alive and well after suffering perhaps one horrific night of coldness. I’m confident that I would have found my way onto a life boat, and paddled halfway to another boat by the time everyone else had started to realize that the boat was, in fact, sinking.

Yesterday, an all-hands was held regarding the state of our company. Given the economic downturn and given how terrible our FY earnings were, we are at a cash shortage. Usually we rely on our bank to extend credit during our slow periods until we are able to get cash flow again. Long story short, our all hands yesterday was to tell us that we are fucked. Either we will fold or we will get bought out.

Personally, I don’t care either way, as I have been searching for some time now for a new gig. I prefer we don’t fold so that I dont have to scrape by on $400 unemployment checks, but either way, I don’t care. There is nothing I can do about it and I already know I will leave regardless.

Given this information, the

editor’s note 11/8/15: this post mysteriously stops mid-sentence. I don’t know if that was me trying to be funny or, more likely, I was interrupted while blogging at work. Bad employee.

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