We file into the little room and wait. There’s a big platter of the Good Cookies, so we figure this is a bad sign. Obviously a ploy to soften the blow from what we fear this meeting to be: that our operation is being shut down.
The writing has been on the wall for a day or so now. A meeting called with the head of news operations for the entire company with no explanation. It has to be really bad news.
We wait in terrified silence.
The boss walks in. She hits the powerpoint start button. Up on the wall flashes …
The results of a survey we took last October.
The meeting we had dreaded turns out to be nothing more than a review of what people thought was good and bad about the company in the past year.
She says she wants to know how the company can make us happier.
I’m thinking for starters maybe say in advance that the meeting you’re calling ISN’T to lay us off.
We sit for an hour contentedly pretending to pay attention, and then it’s over. I live to edit another day. I walk out into the sunlight. It’s the Best Day Ever.
I still have a job. And I have a cookie.
Life is funny …