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We went through some layoffs a couple of days ago. Then yesterday we had a company wide talk with the owner.
I have never seen him so stressed.
The worry in the pit of my stomach is growing. No anxiety attacks yet. Yet.
My wife and I have prepared. No debt. A fairly good nest egg for a rainy day...as long as that day doesn't turn into months.
I'm in my late 40's. I have a fairly odd skill set, I can do a lot of different things.
And somewhere deep down in me, a voice, one that I try to nurture as best as possible, keeps saying, "you can get through this".
But my fears, sometimes, drowns it out.
I've been through several recessions. This one by and far is really bad.
I see the anemic signs of "recovery", but in my current area of employ, those signs aren't coming fast enough.
If I can make it through this year, I think I will be okay. I start night school next month. Retraining for an emergency. I would love to think I'm training for a "new career". But new is relevant. "New" is by choice, "New" is never by need.
I've worked a host of shitty demeaning jobs in my life, and the prospect of having to maybe work those types of jobs again, honestly, doesn't really frighten me. If I do get laid off, then those types of jobs would be a god send in this economy.
Work is work is work is work. No one is above putting in a hard days work, no matter what it entails. I'm not as young, my bones crack in the morning and I'm certainly not as flexible as I was in my 20's, but work is work is work is work.
I don't know why I'm writing this. Perhaps just to put my concerns on electronic paper and get them out of my system.
There is a different vibe here now.
During his talk with us yesterday, the owner invoked memories of the great depression and how the original owners weathered that. Personally, I don't think that was a good tact, but what do I know?
I'm just spewing worried thoughts.
Thanks, Javaman
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