Eep!

So, I was chatting with a coworker yesterday. We were talking about budget cuts and how fishy it was that 2 months ago the director hinted that another position would have to be cut but then nothing more has been mentioned since. We then talked about the recent firings and people quitting. The first person “fired” due to budget cuts has been more or less replaced, so we didn’t really save any money there. The second person was fired by the university and might not have been even funded by our institution… so I’m not sure that saved us any money. Then someone recently quit but they plan on replacing her. So… if my math is right… we’ve lost maybe one position and will temporarily lose a second but we needed to cut at least two. This left us speculating about who would be next. The university promised that no faculty would be cut – this leaves staff. We’ve already lost the majority of our staff so this leaves a secretary (that’s been here forever and also does all of our publications and is the director's assistant), our accountant (who will have to basically do 3 jobs since the rest of her office is gone), a woman that’s been working here for 20+ years and makes up virtually an entire department, and me. Well… it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out which of those four people would be cut first. Me. I guess the only saving grace is the fact that all the other cuts have been arbitrary and the people cut were actually needed so that might save my job. I’m probably just freaking myself out for no reason but I hate to be caught with my guard down. I do want to eventually leave, but not because I was fired!

I guess I’ll just try to keep my options open and figure things out as they come along. I’m about to apply for a part time job at an art museum. I couldn’t live off a part time salary but it would be a pretty sweet job and a foot in the door.

I guess I don’t have much else to report. I should hear back on my job ap to the art school in a week.

Things at home are good. The upstairs bathroom is nearly finished. An electrician is installing some lights today. I spent several hours removing ¾ of the wallpaper from my bedroom ceiling on Sunday until I couldn’t possibly hold my arms above my head any longer. We’re still having fun and I still enjoy having a roommate.

If things don’t work out and I end up staying another 6 months or even a year, I guess that would be ok. I’m getting my credit cards paid down and saving some money again. Plus other than being bored to tears at work, and the fact that I’m convinced I will never meet a guy here… I’m reasonably happy.