In no particular order my day contained:
Bad Hair.
Bad Sleep.
Bad Hair.
Bad Sleep.
Two blood blisters.
Putting a load of laundry and realizing I didn't have enough quarters to dry them.
Dropping a half full jar of tomato sauce on the marble tile; a glassy,saucy explosion.
Having to give up theatre tickets.
Oh and lay offs....
We were all expecting news that we could only speculate about. A day planned with meetings for musicians, staff, governing members ... must mean big, bad news. The storm clouds were scheduled to pass the Saint Paul area around 3:00pm.
Didn't expect the shit storm that starting around 10:00 this morning.
Didn't expect the e-mails from co-workers we had just seen smiling in the hallway to send a departmental e-mail informing us they were immediately going home for the day.
Didn't expect my own, overworked department to take the biggest hit on people.
Didn't expect to still have a job.
I'm still standing but at what cost, for how long and why the fuck me?
Amazing people were fired. People who worked hard their whole lives. Friends were fired. But their talents, their skills, their personalities, their everything went unheard to the screeching economy. And this is just Bad Day # 1 for them ... they are going to wrestling in this economic muck for ... who knows.
Am I more grateful than ever before to still have a job ... of course.
Am I terrified of what my job will become because of the vacant seats ... absolutely.
Do I feel secure at all with my employment ... not a lick.
Am I looking forward to the dreary, dismall work environment I have to trudge to each day ... fuck no.
I am tired of listing grey thoughts ... but no one will call me back.
Putting a load of laundry and realizing I didn't have enough quarters to dry them.
Dropping a half full jar of tomato sauce on the marble tile; a glassy,saucy explosion.
Having to give up theatre tickets.
Oh and lay offs....
We were all expecting news that we could only speculate about. A day planned with meetings for musicians, staff, governing members ... must mean big, bad news. The storm clouds were scheduled to pass the Saint Paul area around 3:00pm.
Didn't expect the shit storm that starting around 10:00 this morning.
Didn't expect the e-mails from co-workers we had just seen smiling in the hallway to send a departmental e-mail informing us they were immediately going home for the day.
Didn't expect my own, overworked department to take the biggest hit on people.
Didn't expect to still have a job.
I'm still standing but at what cost, for how long and why the fuck me?
Amazing people were fired. People who worked hard their whole lives. Friends were fired. But their talents, their skills, their personalities, their everything went unheard to the screeching economy. And this is just Bad Day # 1 for them ... they are going to wrestling in this economic muck for ... who knows.
Am I more grateful than ever before to still have a job ... of course.
Am I terrified of what my job will become because of the vacant seats ... absolutely.
Do I feel secure at all with my employment ... not a lick.
Am I looking forward to the dreary, dismall work environment I have to trudge to each day ... fuck no.
I am tired of listing grey thoughts ... but no one will call me back.
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