The Anatomy Of The Modern Layoffs - The Hidden Truth
Hot morning coffee.
The PC cold-boots.
A sip to heat up.
The news is a cold shower: your workplace reports layoffs.
Another sip.
The mail client syncs.
Cold shower again: "Important change in your employment".
Shaking hands.
Puzzled thoughts.
What went wrong?
What Went Wrong?
The short answer is "nothing".
The universe looks for balance.
As well as the market. Finances. Businesses.
Income slows or disappears - the outcome must follow.
Fluctuation.
It happens 2-5 years.
It's normal.
Businesses build buffer to bridge this.
But bridges can collapse.
Disasters need emergency protocols.
Sometimes, the protocol calls for names.
It's part of the play.
When The Bridges Burn
Incomes stagnate.
Outcomes rise.
Emergency protocols initiated.
What went wrong?
Everything.
Ghosts sense changes in the air.
The fog thickens.
Businesses can't see. Can't predict.
Uncertainty triggers emergency protocols.
The demand is low. Businesses save.
Business to business staggers. The circle is full.
So they reach for the nearest lever. Sometimes, it's you.
The Bridges Are Bombed Down
Bridges are built. Bridges burn. Normally, they hold.
The market has always been like this - for a hundred years.
Old ghosts still remember.
Businesses don't change. Humans do.
Some bridges are not burned by the storm. Some are bombed. From the inside.
Ego.
Greed.
Careless spending.
Private jets over sales channels.
SUVs over resilience.
Ego over buffer.
Their blades cut the wrong limb.
Deliberately.
They cut you to keep their toys. They call it strategy.
They say it's always the dark ghosts:
- AI stole your job.
- Immigrants robbed your position.
- You weren't good enough.
What went wrong?
They weren't good enough.
Final Whispers
Either you collapsed with the bridge - or you hear the storm rising:
- harden your shell
- push your feet into the ground
- stand up straight
You're a bigger storm than the approaching one.
Whisper to DeadSwitch on Matrix: @deadswitch:matrix.org
Maybe the Ghost signals back.
DeadSwitch | The Silent Architect
In silence, I rise. In storms, I endure.