Monday, March 21, 2011
If tears were rain drops my world would be flooded.
Lunch with the boss left me silently stunned after being told I'd be loosing my assistant, 10%, if not 15%, of my pay due to the firm being in financial trouble. After 10 years I can see the writing on the wall and the stress on the faces of the powers that be. My boss is a poor money manager and a man with big dreams - add that to a market in the tank and the conclusion is crash and burn. I'm a realist. He's a dreamer.
My reaction was cold. Indifferent. Stone faced. Suddenly the "we" became "yours." I disconnected. He watched uncomfortably. I let him wonder.
I am the sole supporter of my household. All things money revolve around my income and all future plans revolve around what is - not what could be or might be. Things will change. Expenses cut. Luxuries, all be them small, will be stricken from the budget. It's gonna get tight and uncomfortable for a hot minute. Yet, my silver lining ... I still have a job and a smaller income. I still have my Saturday job that pays for the little extra's.
I have yet to tell the Mr. He's on his way to the office now so I can break the news to him face to face. Plus, he has to bring my gym bag. If I could escape to the gym right now and loose myself in a Zumba or Step class I'd be most happy. Yet, I must wait for that happy release to come.
As we returned to the office the tears started to flow. The stone turned to water and if tears were rain drops my office would be flooded.