Wednesday, July 30, 2003

Uh-oh

Bad news. I'm getting downsized at my copyediting job at the end of December.

The company I work for, NCS Pearson, is $7 million over budget for the next year, and since we're a subsidiary of the Texas Education Association, we're also facing cutbacks, like all state agencies. My boss was informed that she had to cut one temporary, or part-time, position for the proposed budget. Since I'm the youngest, least-qualified, least-experienced, least-tenured part-time editor, who also happens to be the least dependant on his job, being in school still and all, I completely understand why I'm getting the axe.

Regardless, I kind of feel like shit right now. I'd quit every other job I ever worked at, and even though this reflects nothing on my performance, my boss said, and even though I full realized this fact myself, it still stings to realize that I am the most-expendable employee in the department.

Strangely, even though she said I have a job until the new budget kicks in next year, I couldn't shake the feeling while working that I just want out of there as soon as possible. Sitting at my desk, every little object had a peculiar and hollow new significance, and I was preemptively missing some of my coworkers. It feels like a romance has just ended, and I don't want to be friends after the fact, even if it's a lucrative friendship.

I guess things could be worse: Lisa said that if they don't approve this budget and more cuts are required, the person who is unknowingly next on the chopping block just bought a house.

Anyone have any suggestions?