The Walking Dead

Another co-worker bit the dust sometime in the last week. I don't know when it happened, but she dropped out of contact one day. No return email, no return phone call. Uh-oh. I got a call today from another worker-bee. 'Sue isn't with the company any longer. You'll need to call Joe to get done what she had been doing.' The week before that it was John. Silently gone. No comment, no fuss. Kind of like the lost patrol in the Sahara being picked off one by one by the will-o-wisp Berber riflemen. The most curious part of this process is the reaction of my fellow surviving workers - there is no reaction. Everyone ignores it like it didn't happen. Perhaps they all fear calling attention to themselves. If they show no emotion and keep their head down the angel of death will pass them by. Is this how a herd of zebras react to a pride of lions selecting one zebra at a time? Keep up appearences like nothing is happening and chances are someone else will get picked? Keeping with the zebra herd analogy it seems to be the old zebras that are being picked off in my corporate herd. No one under 50 has been chosen. Times are hard now and for the herd to survive some of us old and sickly types are going to get culled.
Now I know how that zebra feels that I saw on Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdon just before the lion nailed him. I hate being a zebra.