Thread regarding Ovintiv layoffs

For six long weeks, the air’s been thin,
A waiting game where no one wins.
From Calgary’s frost to the Houston heat,
The sound of shadows on every street.
We’ve scanned the halls and watched the clock,
Waiting for the final, heavy knock.
They speak of "assets," "reorgs," and "flow,"
But forget the people who made the thing go.
In Denver, the Woodlands, and Permian dust,
It’s hard to find a place left to trust.
The "sinking ship" is the story they tell,
While we’re the ones ringing the warning bell.
But listen close through the fog and the fear:
The value you hold isn’t what’s written here.
A title is ink, and a badge is just plastic,
The toll on your spirit has been truly drastic—
But you are the talent, the heart, and the spark,
You are the light that survives in the dark.
Tuesday will come, and Wednesday will go,
The dust will settle, the bitter winds blow.
But whether you’re staying or finding the gate,
You are the pilot, the master of fate.
This office is just a place where you stood,
It doesn’t define what is "great" or is "good."
So look at your neighbor, give 'em a hand,
Help each other find a place left to land.
The logo might fade, and the building might fall,
But your human spirit is bigger than it all.
There is life after Wednesday, a sky clear and wide,
And a much better world on the other side.