We had a round of layoffs at work this morning. Twelve people lost their jobs. Fortunately, I was not among them.

Compared to the sort of blood letting I’ve seen during the dot-com bust, 12 is a pretty low body count. It still sucks though, and not just for the people who got laid off. Unless the hit list is made up entirely of slackers, there is a whole bunch of extra work that everyone else will have to do. As I am an alcoholic and not a workaholic, you can understand my problem with this.

In my group, one of the other programmers got the ax. He’s good, arguably better than I am. I don’t know all the factors behind management’s decision, but let’s just say that my wide stance in the men’s room has done wonders for my job security (wink, wink).