crush of the crud

Jan 13, 2009 07:42

My mood is sitting at a state of low level anxiety for a week now. I'm tired of it since it seems to leave me hiding in my house and sleeping more than expected (even with the expected addition of a new drug which is supposed to knock me out when combined with the lunesta).

Life (even though I'm hiding and having less of it than normal) is decently good (outside of a sudden decrease in care and feeding from Steve).

Its work, that base uncomfortableness that touches you as you wait for an axe. My gut (which could be wrong) tells me I'm safe but most of my group isn't. With one-in-four slashed from the company and rumors of 50% in my section of software, no answer is good. It might be nice to keep my job since the economy is bad, but my already less than challenging job will get more frustrating if what I have to do is drop most of my job and go back to being coding bunny to finish all of the code that is left behind unattended. I simply don't want to work on this project anymore. Not getting laid off means looking for a job when I have one (good) but while I'm buried at work without the nice 6 months of cash to let me have time to look (bad).

I have two bad answers ahead of me and two weeks to wait to see which one happens.

Ugh
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