Warbler decided against asking smart arse questions (even if they are relevant) at today's corporate 'veneration' ceremony afterall. Mimicking the rapid up and down, simultaneous two armed salute and shout of the Japanese 'Zero pilot' at the sight of the corporate plan as we entered the corporate temple of being 'world class' wasn't perhaps the smartest move though. Luckily this show of juvenile sarcasm was not witnessed by the praetorian guard, and my mild show of dissention, laced as it was paralells of imperial divinity was only noticed by sympathetic like minded. In any case the corporate call of the divine wind, wasn't actually as bad as it could have been, and I've certainly suffered worse examples of death by a thousand 'buzz words'.
Suffice to say, we were assured that no front line staff were to be made redundant.... yeah right thinks I. Three hours later, and Warbler's team is 4 front line members lighter as one by one they are summoned to face thigh maker who calmly strokes the white cat on their desk, before pushing the button whilst the victims chair descends into a shark infested swimming pool.
So that's four more down today as the noose tightens. Against all expectations Warbler wasn't summoned, but in truth this owes more to the fact that I'm on a time expiry contract and so they can just let the clock tick down against me without having to observe the same procedures.
The CEO has at least invited observations and responses by email which I might take up (nothing to lose) and having not as yet had definitive confirmation of the impending guillotine, I can't necessarily be accussed of sour grapes.