Today I watch as the goodbye notes all come in. Today is the last day for almost my entire organization. A good team that did good work but someone decided to destroy it. No one told us why. There is no strategy behind it, just a devastating need to cut costs. We, the remaining few, already know our task is hopeless. We cannot possibly continue our proud legacy. Our leaders have not told us which parts of our mission will now be abandoned, so we just shake our heads at the ludicrous list of tasks that will never be finished. For all we know our leaders still expect us to do all that work; we believe yes, they might be that clueless, that deranged. Or maybe they have new plans for us that we will someday hear. No one seems to know. So we sit watching each other wither, wondering if IBM has put a do-not-resuscitate order on all of us.
I wish Ginni would visit my workplace. Oh, I really do. I wish she would do it today so she can see what her grand ideas have done to our company and our lives and our customers and the legacy of the greatest tech corporation in the world. No staff, no spin doctors, no posterior-kissing minions. Just Ginni and a few of us. I really want to know if she has any idea what's going on down here on Earth. I hope she doesn't, because I don't want to contemplate the black soul of a person who would do all this intentionally.