We had a meeting this afternoon. A surprise meeting. The kind that came with a tap on the shoulder and a somber face.
We were told there was going to be a merger. One branch would be dissolved. Another would merge with ours.
“This is going to be a transitional phase for us,” Goldman said (that was my director). “I’m going to need your patience and cooperation. As we go along, you will be informed of the changes and your input will be considered. However—” his voice thickened with impending doom, “—some positions may be jeopardized.”
“What the f**k does that mean?” Jake asked, sitting up in his chair. Jake was the Q.A.S.T. analyst (Quality Assurance System Testing). Big title, bigger ego. “You saying my job is on the line?”
His job. Everything was me me me with this guy.
“Jake.” Goldma
