LinkedIn (the JOB networking company?) Just Fired Its Networkers
…and that wasn’t even the weirdest story this week. A grief-author got life, gas jumped 16% in a month, and a new Fed chair squeaked in 54-45. From the bankruptcy desk, what it all does at the kitchen
If you’d pitched this week’s headlines as a novel, an editor would have passed for being too on the nose.
Start with the lead. A Utah mom who wrote a children’s book about coping with the loss of a parent was sentenced to life without parole for killing her husband with fentanyl. Kouri Richins published Are You with Me? to help kids cope with grief — grief a jury decided she manufactured. The rough emotional equivalent of setting a house on fire and showing up next morning as the heroic neighbor. Audible has not yet announced a sequel.
Quick confession on that one. I just finished my own rapid release — one main book, nine follow-ons, ten total. And I’ll tell you what never once crossed my mind during that grind: manufacturing a crisis to move units. I went the other way, probably to my own commercial detriment. Non-fiction should be useful, even if it sells slower. The Reconstruction System exists because I’d rather hand you a working playbook than a viral plot twist.
Then LinkedIn — the platform whose entire job is convincing you your career is going great — announced cuts of roughly 5% of its workforce, about 875 people. Revenue grew 12% last quarter. The pink slips came anyway. The site built to help people find work just put a few hundred of its own out of it. One assumes they qualify for the premium tier on the way out the door. Whether the company actually plans to help place those workers is a question I’d love an honest answer to.
Speaking of the workers I’m actually worried about — this is where the news cycle starts to feel less like coincidence and more like pattern. AI is booming, tech valuations are ripping, and on the same week LinkedIn called its layoffs a “reorganization,” the Producer Price Index jumped 6% on the year, the biggest twelve-month leap since December 2022. Gas alone up nearly 16% in a single month. Pressure bleeding into services, freight, trade — even legal fees, sorry about that one. Consumer prices the day before clocked 3.8%, the hottest in almost three years. Real paychecks have stopped keeping up. Most of the energy spike traces back to the ongoing Iran war and the choking of tanker traffic through the Strait of Hormuz, which has done more to your gas bill in a month than any tariff debate in Washington has done all year.
And against all of that, the Senate confirmed Kevin Warsh as the new Fed chair, 54-45 — the closest margin in modern history. Even the referee is now a partisan storyline. Warsh inherits a job no one should envy. Inflation is sticky and accelerating. The labor market looks calm in the headlines and is cracking quietly underneath. Tighten too hard, bankruptcy filings climb. Ease too soon, rent and groceries keep grinding paychecks down. The seminar version is dull. The lived version is heart-stopping.
That’s a lot of weather for one week. If I were the editor, I’d send the whole manuscript back.
Here’s where I land on it, with thirty years of watching this stuff from a bankruptcy and divorce desk: none of these headlines are abstract to the people who walk into my office.
The grief story isn’t just a true-crime hook. The worst betrayals — financial or otherwise — almost always come from inside the house, and they leave kids writing victim impact statements. I sit across from people every week putting their lives back together after a much quieter version of that. No fentanyl, no cameras. Just trust that didn’t hold.
The LinkedIn cuts aren’t a Bay Area story. They’re the friend you had lunch with last month who said work was “fine” and is now staring at a severance offer and a COBRA quote that looks like a second mortgage.
The PPI number isn’t a chart on CNBC. It’s my client quietly doing math at the pump about whether to drive to the kids’ track meet or save the gas for Monday.
I don’t have a take that fixes any of this. What I do have is a method, hammered out over decades of watching families work through it. Reconstruction is small, unglamorous, and almost always starts with opening the envelopes.
A few things that have helped almost every client I’ve sat with, roughly in order. Open every bill, every statement, every notice — denial is the most expensive line item in any budget. Get an actual number for income, expenses, and debt, not a guess; the fear of the number is almost always worse than the number. Call the creditors before they call you. Build a tiny cushion — even $500 changes how you sleep — before you tackle the big problem. And get help earlier than feels necessary. The clients who come to me before the wheels are fully off keep more of their lives intact than the ones who wait.
None of that is heroic. Nobody is optioning Couple Has Honest Budget Conversation for streaming. But that’s what reconstruction looks like from where I sit — slow, deliberate, stubborn, and usually free of cameras.
If any of this week hit close to home — if the pump felt personal, if the layoff list felt closer than you’d like, if you know someone whose trust got broken in ways that don’t make the news — you’re not alone, and you’re not crazy. There’s still a path through it. It just doesn’t look like the highlight reel.
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I’ll keep you posted on how the ledger looks and wishing you well.
— Dave