Doing the work

[alicebentley]

I love the idea of what social media can do for me, and what I could bring to it. But actually putting in the time and thought to keep up my end of the bargain endlessly escapes me.

This week I had work news to share, that I'd enjoy talking over with friends, and realized once again that I haven't been making a space for that.

I'll post quips or photos on FB, I doomscroll on Bluesky, and I enjoy the creative insanity that rumbles through Tumblr. But each of them has only a scant handful of friends I can expect to interact with.

The same is true here on DreamWidth of course. And I've been even worse than elsewhere on posting, or commenting, or sometimes even opening the page to read.

I've tried before, but I'm going to try again and make this a place where I post more, and reach out more. I'm even going to start rambling about all the terrible wonderful books I've been reading.

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[minnehaha]

Constant Reader wonders what the work news is.

K.

[alicebentley]

The work news is quite sad. The company is really struggling, and embarking on a Reduction In Force. Last Thursday (a week ago) I was told that this would result in me being dropped from full time to part time in January.
After some discussion about how long it would take to get Medicare started up, they said that would be first to 32/hrs per week then, in February I could expect it to drop to half time. There would also be more of my being assigned to help in Shipping with the ink jet printer when Assembly had less work.
That plan only lasted to Monday, when I found myself assigned to ink jet full time and dropped completely from Assembly.
Thursday (yesterday) they called me in to a closed-door meeting with HR to (1) make sure I knew about the changes. [I said I did now but would have appreciated hearing about them in advance.] and (2) let me know that there has been talk going around that I said they were only transitioning the Medicare-eligible staff. And that this was bad for morale and I shouldn't do that. Also it's not true.
I know that it's not true, or at least won't be true once the rest of the RIF is made public. Right this moment it sort of IS true, but is still not anything I said. Too bad my righteous indignation had to be pushed aside on the reality that both of the people I was talking to are no friends of mine and wouldn't care anyway.

So, yeah, it's been a tough couple of weeks, and I'm sad that the job I thought would keep me happy and occupied well into my 70s might not last more than a few months more. But I'll deal. And maybe pick up another half-time job once I'm used to the new schedule.