Life At Megacorp 10

As they say in times of trouble, you’ll notice who your real friends are. Some of whom you thought were your friends quickly scatter and avoid contact with a fired employee on the premise it’s bad luck. Some are gloating as they feel they are in a better position than you assuming, of course, they are still employed.

Real friends offer empathy, compassion, and help you in your job search by referring you to possible helpful networking contacts. Sympathy is not what the downsized person wants.

Sympathy is feeling sorry for the victim, but empathy goes further by trying to eliminate the victim’s distress and anguish by doing something for that person.

I’ll throw examples your way of some negative experiences I had with “friends.”

Bile Mikeman I thought was a family friend. We had visited each other’s homes several times and our children played together. Bile had worked with my wife at her Megacorp for several years until he got wind of his upcoming Blessed Event and jumped ship just in time.

Keeping Bile in the loop, I managed to network into the office of the President of Bile’s Megacorp employer. The meeting went far better than I had expected. I had the skills and the attitude the President was looking for.

The President consulted with Bile. You know what that prick said about me? I didn’t have the soft skills needed and would not fit in.

Later the truth filtered out through a mutual friend. Bile felt threatened by me and was afraid of the potential competition. The asshole cut off my legs before I had the chance to go through a few perfunctory Human Resources Department interviews.

How about that for a mistaken impression of friendship! Instead of empathy his reaction to me joining his Megacorp employer was self-preservation and self-interest.

The Blessed Event really sped up my evaluation of our friendship. I hoped to repay the favour one day. My vendetta list was beginning to grow.

By the way, Bile went in a downsizing some 4 months later. I can say I felt neither sympathy or empathy for him.

I turned to another family friend, Jenny Bark, a lawyer I had worked with at CRAP. She was general counsel of a less than Megacorp and required another lawyer to assist her.

“Need someone more junior,” was her line. Another real friend.

Finally, there was Jim Moonrush, a very senior partner with the insurance practice group at a major law firm I had referred hundreds of thousands of dollars to him in legal assignments. We had got along very well over the years and been out for many lunches and sporting events together.

To get me on my feet, and on the basis a contract position, would have made me a much more attractive employment prospect. The offer of a contract never happened despite my hints.

I had a whole host of colleagues at CRAP, all from the business unit I served in as legal counsel, in the Legal Department, who contacted me the next day after my Blessed Event. We all went to a few bars to bitch and complain.

One or two offered leads during my unemployment, but for the rest I was yesterday’s meal soon to be forgotten.

Perhaps the nicest experience of all was by way of Tommy Bland, a colleague and a person who I had become to view as a friend from the ranks of the clients I had served. As a General Counsel of a large automobile manufacturing company located in Ontario, he spent two hours with me on the phone the day of, trying to get a handle on what had just happened.

Was I willing to relocate where there was a job waiting for me? Unfortunately, Tommy was turfed in a Blessed Event several months later.

Ah, such is the nature of Megacorp. Like the dark days of Stalinism or Hitler, where you were here today and gone tomorrow. Not that I am making any linkage between those nasty ideologies and Megacorp.

There is nothing like the Blessed Event to help you decide who your friends are. Call me petty, but do unto others what they have done to you.

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Ross Trenholm
Life at Megacorp is a true-to-life account of living and working in the higher echelons of the corporate world. Ross Trenholm is the fictionalized persona of those who have lived the Megacorp life and only the names and places have been changed to protect the innocent.