I’ve been beating my brain to remember the names of colleagues and friends I worked so closely with nearly a decade ago. How I can remember where we kept the secret stash of copier toner to this day, but not my VP of marketing? Weird, that selective memory. We knew each other so well back then, how could I possibly forget? Day in and day out . . . nights too, and softball and reorganization and conferences and travel and mergers and acquisitions and carpooling and weddings and funerals, finally I come up with some.
As names trickled back however slowly, a domino effect emerged. One name leads to another and waa-laa! I have a virtual company directory growing in my mind.
Good news — four for four remembered me. And remembered me fondly, which is always a good thing. But then the bad news: all four people contacted — all four — were laid off in the past few months. Four different professions: graphic designer, web designer, conventions manager, and multi-lingual genius IT woman . . . all outsourced, downsized, gone.
While I’m actively pursuing contacts to return to the workforce after a child-rearing hiatus, these professionals kept at it full-time. State-of-the-art skills, major contacts, multi-dimensional backgrounds. They’re not beating their brains trying to remember the editor who thought they showed extraordinary promise. Or the director who said they’d take you anywhere. Or the sales representative who said when you’re sick of sitting in a cube, call me.
They are those people but they’re hoping I can help them.
Uh oh. The economic tsunami has hit close to home. Real close.