The Fabulous Feline's company, not having met its previsions last quarter, has just laid off a bunch of people. Some of them, he said, were obviously the first ones in line for this kind of treatment. Others were not.

As, for instance, the senior engineers and developers who, as far as he knows, were the only ones to have the answers to some of the questions he constantly asks.

Or as his own manager, who had just hired three people, formed a new team and got an exciting project going. As the others, he was told on a gloomy Monday morning, without any kind of forewarning (actually, a week from then, the company still seemed to be throwing money through the windows for getting always newer equipment and the last in technologies), that this was his last day and he had until 5pm to pack. "The guy was devastated," the Feline added. Who wouldn't be?

I have no doubt that people high-up had good reasons to decide to fire people and chose to get rid of these particular ones.

But the whole week has been very hectic, the Feline tells me. Logistics are heavily perturbed, teams have been moved around, people do not know who to refer to anymore nor who has the answers to their questions, and everybody fears for their own ass while trying to hide how relieved they are not the ones to have been canned and wondering how badly will the shareholders freak out.

"I have no idea how we are ever going to finish the projects on time now," Simon concluded. "And I had to have a plain bagel because they did not have cranberry ones this morning!"