The economic crisis just hit my Main St.
This afternoon, the nightmares that I have been having for the past several weeks during my fitful nights of sleep, came true. I knew it. I could feel it in the air and I could see it in people’s eyes.

I have been asked to “cut down hours” at my job to 2 days per week. {Which we all know results in a salary decrease also}

We’d like you to do your five-day job in 2, and we’d like to pay you less money, is that ok?

Lovely.

But I tried to be smart and I didn’t take their offer…instead I asked to think about it over the weekend, which conveniently for them, I will spend working in Houston. I am now calculating everything, crunching numbers and planning a counter-offer while trying to remain calm and bitter-free. It’s hard.

I’d really like to drive over to her house with crazy in my eyes and give her a piece of my mind. But then I remember that I have to keep working for her. Her involvement in the way in which this was presented to me today made me feel really icky – I wish I had a more eloquent word for it, but nothing else fits.

I am now burrowing down to find a way to use this as an opportunity…I think I can!