Today was a little crazy. We had some work drama in the morning that concerned me but wasn’t directed at me and then in the afternoon, we learned how close we all came to not getting paid in September, and then got a semi-reassuring email about how our workplace was going to stay afloat, hopefully with all of us above water.
That afternoon drama made me want to go to the purveryors of the morning drama and ask them… I don’t know exactly. The two aren’t related. But they’re related for me because the happened on the same day to and around me.
The Butcher is at a job interview as we speak.
I thought that we could make it just fine on my income, so I was not stressed about him not having a job. And we can make it on my income, assuming that my income continues to, you know, come in. But we, like most people, have no cushion. I have $75 dollars in a savings account.
Everyone I talked to this afternoon is in the same boat. People who have good jobs but just haven’t been able to get it together as quickly or as easily as they thought they would. People who expected to be able to retire next year who now aren’t sure if they’ll be able to retire at all. And none of us trust that the people who are guiding the boat, so to speak, really get the fear we have.
Maybe it’s not fair, but it’s hard for me to believe that, if you’re pulling down what our congresspeople are pulling down, that you get how those of us who maybe even still have jobs, feel like we’re riding the edge of disaster.
I don’t know. I just know that I’m scared. I’m scared for the Butcher, whose gone out every day for three months looking for a job and this is his first interview. I’m scared for me, should I have to find something else. I’m scared for the people who are struggling to find something else.