Most were from numbers I recognized.
Plant managers.
HR directors.
Union representatives.
Former coworkers.
People who had never called me outside business hours suddenly seemed very interested in finding me.
I made coffee.
Sat at my kitchen table.
And watched the notifications pile up.
I wasn’t happy about what was happening.
That part is important.
I didn’t want twelve thousand people to suffer because Harold had made a stupid decision.
But I also wasn’t going to jump back into a company that had just fired me and expect everyone to
