I find myself working at a jobsite I haven't worked at since the night of long knives which almost literally "decimated" our organization. It's pretty strange to see reminders of axed co-workers here... an empty office is graced by a workplace photograph that wasn't emotionally resonant enough to take (and which would be a melancholy reminder of better times), a promotional poster for a local television station remains on the wall of the former custodian's niche in the utility room. It's a sobering feeling, the realization that the individuals who were "realigned" out of their jobs had each been here for well over a decade, and a few scant traces of their occupancy still remain, and probably will remain for a couple of years, as nobody think to remove them. Personally, I don't have any of my belongings on the job (outside of a couple of things in the office fridge), I pretty much pack each workday as if I were going on a camping trip
It's been a melancholy day, but the site is gorgeous, and that is a major consolation. In a brief conversation I had with the departing day shift workers, who are also struck by low morale I mentioned the advice I used to give to one of the guys who was axed: "No matter what you think of management, just look around you and fall in love with the site." I now find myself taking that same tack with myself.
As an added consolation, I heard the first spring peepers of the season.