And Taking Names....

I think I now know what a coup d'etat feels like. I was sitting in my office, merrily (ok, maybe not merrily) working away, and a coworker comes in, whispering hurriedly, "Ronan's here...that's Ronan!" Our corporate honcho had arrived, accompanied by several of his cronies, a few of which I had never met. Something big was going down. I didn't think too much of it, since we'd had several corporate visits, both surprise and planned, in the past month or so. We'd been working hard and brushing up and trying to improve, and for a while I thought we were dong well. Next thing I know, my boss is leaving the office with one of the corporo-cronies. That was the last time I saw her. About thirty minutes later, I was informed that she had been "removed" from her position. Tension was thick in the air, tension that I still feel right now, even at home in my room. I have no idea what's going to happen tomorrow. I know that these corporate individuals (All seven of them. Yeah. Seven.) will be here until further notice. It's like the interim government coming in to take control until the new regime is properly established. I feel like....like....like a small South American country, actually.
This invasion may work out in our favor, though. I'll get new training. Hopefully we'll clean out some of the trash, and I mean that literally and figuratively. It's gotten to where I don't feel safe at work. There have been at least three situations in which guns were involved. I've left buildings and immediately smelled weed. In asking the residents to clean up after themselves, all I get is attitude and insults. I do not know what is going to happen. And I am not sure I want to stick around long enough to find out. This is not a career; it's merely a job. A job that's become a catalyst for me to get a new job.
All I can say is, I can't wait for my day off on Wednesday.