This Ain't Your Same Ole Mayberry

So we got a new head honcho in sweet lil Mayberry. I think I'm gonna like him, even if he doesn't give me a raise this year. I've been my first week back at work with a lot of anxiety. We had a large layoff, were told we are in financial crisis, and from the sound of things, they are starting (or already have) a shit list down in central office. So, I've been rather quiet in meetings, at our retreat, and in general not my usual self. Now don't get me wrong, I'm generally secure in my job. I am good at what I do, and I can navigate the highly political nature of education like a pro. But today my boss intimated that he might be a bit insecure...which in turn gave me a little case of the shakes. Then I start to question myself: "Self, are you SURE you aren't on the list? I mean, you just never know. The new Supe did mention at the retreat that he had heard you were looking elsewhere. WTF?" Luckily, I recover quickly, and so I'm very optimistic regarding the coming year. I just hope morale holds and people get over the shock and awe of the downsizing quickly. I can't say much more, but the title is quite an understatement. Here's hoping I can last the year by keeping my mouth shut. That is the monumental task at hand. I do keep having a recurring dream of being fired by Donald Trump though. Any thoughts on this, folks?

Anyway, blogging will still be hit and miss until my laptop gets fixed. Or at least until I feel like sitting for any extended time at my desktop here. I'm on the mend, however.