for the cheerful departed

Just a normal, fine day, we had our lunch, some talk, some laughs. After the lunch break, they broke the news, that straightforward, blowing news. Everybody was asked to stay in one side of the office. Then the eviction started. I was one of the few survivors, or am I? More than half of the population of our office was retrenched. From 54, it was slashed to 16. Though my heart was bleeding for some of them, I was happy that they can be able to look for a better career. But how about this guy who was about to have his first baby, and was about to get married on August? How about this lady who thinks she’s not young enough to find another job? How about her kid’s schooling? It’s too painful to bear. I’m here today, trying to focus on my work, avoiding looking at those empty chairs, which is more than the occupied. I’ll miss Delfin, my tag team; I’ll miss Mara’s noisiness, or rather jolliness. I’ll miss Paulo and Jomay, my yosi-mates; I’ll miss the sweetness of Dona and Anna; I’ll miss Vernie’s guilelessness; I’ll miss Jeffrey’s mind blowing laughs; I’ll miss Karl’s quietness. I’ll miss you guys. For all you know, we’ll be in the second batch!