farsk
04-16-2004, 12:16 AM
Hello Everyone.
(Warning, foul language included. Do not read if easily offended.)
I just found out today that the grant that pays the vast majority of my salary will not be funded for the next two years. Despite the fact that the funding source has enough funding to fund every proposal submitted. Malicious bastards.
I guess I really should have posted this in the Bitching Post. It's hard not to take this personally....our past performance was excellent, and I wrote both of these grants (the minor one was funded, woo hoo {detect sarcasm}). What the hell? You have to love the f*ckers in govenrment. It's kinda like, "hey, this works and is successful. Let's quit doing that and do something else that may or may not be successful."
I have until July 1 to find another job. The way my DH and I have worked our finances, my responsibilities are the mortgage, car payment, insurance, and groceries. He takes care of all other bills and day care. It works for us...at least it did. My salary was the major salary in the household, thus my responsibility for the bigger bills. So you can see that I am really stressed and pissed.
Really, I should be looking at this as a blessing. I intensely dislike what I do....actually, I don't dislike what I do, I dislike the money people involved, the same bastards that aren't funding me. I truly disliked them before...they never had their #### together, and tried to make it look like all of their mistakes were ours. One of them actually said, and I quote, "we only really care about the numbers, about performance. If we happen to help people along the way, great." I guess I should mention that I work administering a grant that is supposed to help low-income youth. I found my 8th grade interest inventory, and I knew even then, at 14, that I did not want a job doing all of this pro-social crap. Its taken the seven years since graduating college to finally grasp it.
So where do I go from here? Part of me is saying that I have turned down too many good jobs in the past not to be able to find something by summer. The other part of me says that we will be homeless by fall.
I hate this day.
(Warning, foul language included. Do not read if easily offended.)
I just found out today that the grant that pays the vast majority of my salary will not be funded for the next two years. Despite the fact that the funding source has enough funding to fund every proposal submitted. Malicious bastards.
I guess I really should have posted this in the Bitching Post. It's hard not to take this personally....our past performance was excellent, and I wrote both of these grants (the minor one was funded, woo hoo {detect sarcasm}). What the hell? You have to love the f*ckers in govenrment. It's kinda like, "hey, this works and is successful. Let's quit doing that and do something else that may or may not be successful."
I have until July 1 to find another job. The way my DH and I have worked our finances, my responsibilities are the mortgage, car payment, insurance, and groceries. He takes care of all other bills and day care. It works for us...at least it did. My salary was the major salary in the household, thus my responsibility for the bigger bills. So you can see that I am really stressed and pissed.
Really, I should be looking at this as a blessing. I intensely dislike what I do....actually, I don't dislike what I do, I dislike the money people involved, the same bastards that aren't funding me. I truly disliked them before...they never had their #### together, and tried to make it look like all of their mistakes were ours. One of them actually said, and I quote, "we only really care about the numbers, about performance. If we happen to help people along the way, great." I guess I should mention that I work administering a grant that is supposed to help low-income youth. I found my 8th grade interest inventory, and I knew even then, at 14, that I did not want a job doing all of this pro-social crap. Its taken the seven years since graduating college to finally grasp it.
So where do I go from here? Part of me is saying that I have turned down too many good jobs in the past not to be able to find something by summer. The other part of me says that we will be homeless by fall.
I hate this day.