Over 20 years ago, after having worked for a multi-national corporation for four years, I was laid off. It was a major reduction in force in which hundreds of shop floor jobs and hundreds of salaried jobs were eliminated. The focus was on reducing costs by headcount reduction.
Those of us who were laid off from salaried positions were aware that at least a couple of dozen new employees had been hired recently, within a few months. None of them were caught in the cutbacks. This company felt it was essential to continually get “new blood,” while also “cutting headcount.”
I had run into my boss in a hallway during this period of major layoffs. I asked him if I should be worried. No, he said. I was doing really important work, helping move a major machining line to Mexico. I was assisting several Mexican engineers during that very time to become familiar with all the machines on the line and to study and copy all the engineering drawings.
The very next day, I received an email from my boss. He needed to talk to me. How soon could I see him? When I went to his office at the time I had suggested, he had a Human Resources person with him. He looked awful. He thought he had seen the final list of layoffs, he told me. He was wrong. There was another list. I was on it.