Part of an occasional series. At a medium-sized Gannett newspaper, a senior manager entered the newsroom, and whispered quietly to a junior manager in plain view of other people nearby.
Then the senior manager asked me to make the long march to a distant office where he and the head of HR told me my job had been eliminated. I found out later why he stopped to whisper to the junior manager before coming to my desk: He had to ask her which one I was. I worked there two years and I was sitting next to another employee who has worked there more than 10 years, and he didn't know either one of us.
A look in someone's eyes. A cardboard box on an empty desk. A final conversation. Please share your layoff story in two or three paragraphs. Post replies in the comments section, below. Or e-mail via gannettblog[at]gmail[dot-com]; see Tipsters Anonymous Policy in the green sidebar, upper right.