4.5

That was the magnitude of the earthquake that Jesse and I just felt while sinking our teeth into fish tacos at Rubio's in Glendale. None of our friends or family members felt it, I am assuming... because we didn't get any follow up calls.
Great... I forgot to buy Ziggy a net. I was just at Target, oh well. I am not fit to be a fish owner. There has been a lot of drama in the past 2 days and perhaps that is the reason I am forgetful. Sharon (my supervisor), Deon (fellow assistant), Jason (fellow assistant), and Michelle (assistant/confidant) all got laid off yesterday. I can't even begin to express how horrible it felt to watch those news be delivered to each and everyone of them. Our HR person at work is not the best. She means well, and as a former HR assistant I know HR is not easy and you have to have a mean face, but they way that these co-workers of mine were informed that they were being laid off was terrible. Not only was it done at 9:30 A.M. but it was down right embarrassing. We (the 5-8 people that sit in my area) did not need to see all of this go on, whatever happened to getting a phone call and being asked to "please come to my office" at the end of the workday. I thought I worked at a non-profit where people have compassion. Apparently not.
So what do these lay off's mean to me? More work. I am now drowning under more stacks of files, registration forms, emails, memo's, and minutes. Why do I stay? Am I masochistic? Yes, to a certain degree. I think I have to draw the line soon though. It's just so hard for me to leave this bunch of co-workers. They are all good people who make bad decisions due to wearing hearts on sleeves, and those hearts are hearts of social workers/missionaires. Seriously, we're all people who in life have busted our butts for others, but never for ourselves. Maybe we all lack self esteem. There's got to be some twisted psychologial/sociological explanation as to why this is. The dynamics of our bond is really something else. I could sware Cathy (my boss) is my anglo-saxon mother. Janet the HR woman is like my grandma on my dad's side (we didn't get along too well), Debra is like my father, she says few words to me but with one look she puts me in my place. I dunno I could go on forever. Even the volunteers are good tho. The best thing at this point would be for the cure to Alzheimer's to be put on the market, and we be laid off with real notice, that way I wouldn't feel like a dick for walking out on them.