shitty mcshit fit

I survived the lay off training.

I don’t want anyone to think i’m exempt from the lay offs. For I am not.

I am just in the  Personnel office, so people are always asking us what’s happening and we will be the ones processing all the paperwork for… whatever happens.

Even if it happens to me.

Nobody really knows what’s going to happen or who will be effected.

I got some minor encouragement and a giant boatload of uncertainty and anxiety. 

It makes my brain hurt.

I didn’t get to have breakfast before I went so my stomach was gurgling like crazy.

I ate like 20 raisins, it didn’t help.

YAY DIET PIZZA.

That is just… weird and wrong. Diet and Pizza should not go together. damn it.

ANYWAY… I don’t want to write any more about the lay off stuff. There was a therapist who did a whole presentation about how we deal with change and she was so right. I’m in the resisting stage right now. If I don’t acknowledge it, it can’t happen to me.

And I would lose over half of my pay if I got laid off and had to go to unemployment.

I’d die. (not really, but it would suck ass)

They have a lot of resources for those who will lose their jobs, but it’s just NOT encouraging. It makes me feel scared.

It’s all a waiting game because we dont’ know what departments will have to lay off, what classes they will choose, who will be able to displace where and blah blah blah blahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

I really don’t know what my seniority looks like in comparison to others. I just DON’T KNOW.

The ONLY good thing is that I’m pretty high in my class and I don’t think there are many Chief Clerks who could bump me because they’d have to have had the same position in my department previous to that.

I can’t hope though, hope just leads to DOOM ON A TRISCUIT CHOKING IN YOUR THROAT when you allow it too much room.

I’m so optomistic, aren’t I?!

Didn’t I say I wasn’t going to talk about this?

Lets talk about something else.

I have nothing else.

shit.

shitty mcshit fit.

Whatever.

I’ll come back after I feed my poor starving brain with something… better.

If possible.

No promises.

At least half the day is over.

Work countdown: 4 hours (or so). WHEEEE!!!!

 

 

(come on dexter, flyyyyy)