A corporate end of the beginning: long time denials of (obvious to everyone) financial realities came to a head, and a company was sold. Rumors abounded, but the primary concern was of subsequent trimming of fat. Why keep older workers on, with associated health risk costs and family obligations, when a younger, more eager, more available, staff could be hired for less. Zero hope in the last panel; no answer. Future completely blank.
The title was from a poem I wrote in my teens while visiting England, riding the rails. I heard the rhythm of the tracks whispering that line to me again and again. It's stuck.
A corporate end of the beginning: long time denials of (obvious to everyone) financial realities came to a head, and a company was sold. Rumors abounded, but the primary concern was of subsequent trimming of fat. Why keep older workers on, with associated health risk costs and family obligations, when a younger, more eager, more available, staff could be hired for less. Zero hope in the last panel; no answer. Future completely blank.
ReplyDeleteThe title was from a poem I wrote in my teens while visiting England, riding the rails. I heard the rhythm of the tracks whispering that line to me again and again. It's stuck.