This has been an interesting day at work.  It started with the executive director meeting with people who will have their hours cut.  And it will end with meetings to notify employees who are being laid-off.  Initially it appeared that my chaplain colleagues and I would have our hours cut.  However, at the eleventh hour one chaplain asked to be laid-off, so my job is secure.  

I feel bad for those who are waiting.  One co-worker summarized their distress by saying, “everyone I’ve talked to today has diarrhea.”  As my anxiety abates and my empathy kicks in, I’ve had time to observe the ways people cope.  The younger employees--those who are in their first full-time, professional jobs--are struggling the most.  For them, it seems the world is ending.  One young woman whose hours were cut to 60%  (no children, no house payment) had already figured out a way to supplement her income by the time I talked to her.  Yet she sat at her desk crying most of the morning as she called  her parents and boyfriend.  

But the over-fifty crowd seems to have a different perspective.  Most have been through something similar to this and know that the sun will rise tomorrow.  The pain and anguish may be the same as that experienced by the younger set, but their emotional resources are stronger.  At least I hope that’s the case.  Thanks to the WE women for listening (reading) to me and offering supportive words.  I think I’ve dodged a bullet, at least for now.

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