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So. Good news for you guys...

The bad news is that I got laid off. Which means I'll be writing more here? Yay?

It was about three o'clock or three-thirty. The admin dean and the admin director took me into an office and ripped off the band aid right away, which I appreciated. The school budget is just a wreck, and given that I was still technically on my probation, and I had the least seniority, I was the one elected Judas goat to be sacrificed upon the altar of academic finance (or lack thereof).

Baa.

To be fair, they gave me names and numbers, urged me to speak to campus HR, and promised glowing recommendations. However, I'm finding I'm getting pretty damn tired of my income hinging on the whims of others, not to mention the winds of fate.

So, yeah. Maybe this is what I need to get my tuchus in gear. Silver lining, anyone?

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  1. packy02 January, 2014 23:33

    Perhaps it's time to start a passion business. Your income will still hinge on the whims of others (customers/clients), but in sufficient numbers, those whims tend to even out.

    And besides, if you love what you're doing, it'll be worth sailing the winds of fate.

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  2. Lyn Belzer03 January, 2014 14:38

    That's what I'm thinking. A friend of mine (Hi, Mary!) reminded me that when she got fired a couple of years ago, she decided to take her writing more seriously. And now she's published. Not making any money, but published. It's a thought.

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