Two days out of the office, and everything falls to shit. What the hell, people? And calling me back to leave a voicemail just to complain that the date on my voicemail is wrong? You really have nothing else to do?
Went to a meeting of the group I'll soon no longer be a part of last night. Two developments:
The group interviews (for which I was not selected), have been postponed indefinitely, and this after being set months in advance for the higher-ups' convenience. Those higher-ups had to bail, and now there will be no quorum, so the whole thing gets put off. That in itself does not affect me, but the result is that the new group won't be in place for a few months yet, meaning that I get the craptastic result of attending yet more of meetings of the group that dumped me. Oh, happy fucking day. Also, last night, a member of the public attended the meeting (which they're perfectly free to do -- it just never happens). I had the instant feeling that they were one of the people who WERE selected for interviews, i.e. one of my replacements. Being in the room working under the watchful eye of my replacement -- also craptastic.
Turns out that another one of the group also wasn't selected, bringing the number up to three. Add to that one member who decided not to return, and that's a turnover of four. To me, that says that it's no accident at all, although that remains the leading theory. For a group that is one of the best well-run around, there is no need to change things. A mistake that big is perhaps expected once, but not twice or three times. Something is definitely up, and I am merely roadkill. (I'm actually OK with that now, knowing that it's not me or anything I did.)
Other than that, I just played along, and was the happy soldier. I can't do anything else. It's certainly not how I feel about it, however, and knowing that it's only going to be dragged out fills me with dread.