Victim of the Economy
I fear I too, may soon become a vicitm of the current economic climate. My job is hanging, simply because there just isn’t enough to go around.
I had the chat yesterday with the boss, who, in spite of his reputation, is a just a pussycat. He doesn’t want me to go. I’m a good fit here. Everyone here wants me to stay. They were nice things to hear.
But the fact remains, that something has to change.
I told my husband Michael, and he assured me we’ll be alright… I’ll find something else…I have good skills.
But it’s not the lack-of-job money I’m upset over. I am flexible, and fairly confident that I could find other work.
I don’t want to leave the PLACE and the people. I’ve never spent so much time where I had so much fun. Where I belonged. Where much of the time, I was really me.
I will probably try hang on doing contract work there. I’m told my desk will remain mine, even if I’m not a regular employee. My work will become part time though, I’m pretty sure, so eventually, the reduction in income will become and issue of sorts.
Of course I’ll survive; I must. But I don’t want to go.