Venting on a Friday afternoon

I’m just in a bitchy mood this afternoon. I’m worried about the economy and the effects of the recession. My hubby’s company was bought out by a bank that faces various difficulties. As for me, despite being a government employee, we know that various layoffs are imminent throughout the County. On the one hand, I think (perhaps naively) that we’re both pretty safe in our positions. Paul performs a very specific type of support to his company (i.e. nobody else has any freaken’ idea how to do what he does). And me – I have the most seniority in my little micro-division, and have the heaviest amount of key responsibilities in our services. But even then, I know that decisions are not always made wisely. Thus, it is only natural to feel the presence of the sword of Damocles hanging over our heads. After all, anything is possible. Rationally, I know that it does me no good to worry. Most likely, we’ll both be fine. And if that weird percentage chance should result in something bad happening, worrying won’t help. But still, I’m only human. I have to worry about something, right?

 

Adding on to my bitchy mood, I’m feeling a bit taken advantage of, right now. Another case of lack-of-planning-and-forethought on someone else’s part is going to result in me having to flip around my time and my schedule to help that person with a task. I’d *like* to tell this person to go pound sand. But ultimately, the greater good for the greater amount of people is for me to toss my own plans and time aside. ARGH! This ticks me off.

 

Grumble! Whine! Bitch! Moan! Kick! Grrrr! Groan! Le f#%$ing Sigh!

 

Anybody out there have anything amusing to say? I need a wee-bit-o-cheer.