I wish I could say that I wasn't expecting this, but I've learned that I am not essential to the workings of the State of Washington (although Borders does appear to be falling apart without me, just sayin').

I got to do the long walk to my boss' office this morning and after a brief chat was informed that I "have been identified for lay off." No severance. Which I suppose I can understand. State employees do get paid out for some leave, but I don't have much left - stress over the last several months has had me laid up more days than I would have liked.

Over the next 4 - 6 weeks, a "layoff committee" will search the state system for jobs that I might qualify for. Hopefully something that pays more than I'm making now, and while I'm hoping for the moon, something in Tacoma? I'll also be searching for employment on my own.

I don't know what this means for our house or possible move back to San Diego. I've declared that we were moving before when Frinklin accepted a last-minute job offer that saved our asses, until his crazy new boss fired him. He's waiting to hear on an interview from last week and has another on Thursday. If he is able to find a job we are still in a tough spot, having only one job between the two of us.

I've put in some promising applications and have my fingers crossed. I'm living the Lily Tomlin quote, "It's going to get a lot worse before it gets worse."

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