I spoke to Rick this afternoon, after he had arrived at work for the first of three days of twelve-hour shifts, and he dropped a bomb.
"I got called in to see the plant manager and the HR guy. That usually means you're getting fired."
My heart dropped into the balls of my feet. "Were you fired?!?"
"Well, yes. In a sense. They're eliminating the plating department altogether. They've given me the option of taking a small severance or taking a job out on the floor in the bindery."
All this time I'm feeling sick to my stomach. "What are you going to do?"
"Well, I took the bindery job. It won't start until July sometime, and the hours will be different again, so who knows what's going to happen?"
Ummm, okay.
Stay tuned for any further developments.
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