We had a changing of the guard in program managers--supervisor of supervisors, if you will. Our luck is to have ours housed in our building, so she has a lot of oversight into what we do on a daily basis, a grace I'm sure I should appreciate a lot more than I do. Under the last one, I never knew he was around, which may either say his style was invisible and smooth, or that he didn't pay any attention at all.
I'm going to vent out. I'm so very tired. Christ, I don't think I've been this tired in a damn long time.
One cannot say our current PM is invisible. Every other Saturday is mandatory half workday these days, which, well, sucks. I mean, it sucks in a way that I don't even have words for. I am already there nine hours a day, plus thirty minutes to an hour overtime each day, an hour commute there and an hour commute back home. Today was a required half workday. It's exhausting, but in a weird way. I mean, I understand physical exhaustion, and this isn't that kind. I don't know what it is.
Hiring freezes suck. We don't have enough people for the workload the state expects. We just don't. All the creative scheduling in the world does not negate the fact that the numbers are not going to work. I get Texas has a fucked economy. I can even give you the reason why, thank you OH so much governor. We don't have money. We are short on everything, right down to stuff like office supplies. One clerk is leaving at the end of the month. Another is doing her damnedest to get out. With the one leaving at the end of the month, I'll be the most experienced clerk on front desk, and what does that tell you? We're losing two more workers at the end of teh month, a third is on some kind of quasi-probation. Another clerk just got fired. I really can't explain in words how *hard* it is to get fired. You have to screw up in epic ways and THEN get beyond that by being really insubordinate. That's just fact. It's hard to get fired from the state under normal circumstances, and in our present state of hiring freaksomeness, experience is gold. She was the only one who knew that particular job perfectly. And we don't have anyone skilled at her level to replace her. No one experienced enough. And no one, as far as I can tell, who can train any of us to *be* that good at it. And then there's the fact we don't have *enough* of us to spread around.
This, of course, is when I decide to reapply to college. No, I have no idea if they'll accept me without some depressing restrictions, and on top of that, I have no idea if I can pull it off and carry this job. I mean--let me rephrase that. Sure I could. Concievably, I could schedule my life to do it. I just don't know what exactly I'd be like for the thirty hours I need to graduate and roughly fifty hour work weeks along with it. I'd like my son to recognize me on sight and not have to grope through his memory to figure out who I am when he sees me. I have no clue how to pull off the senior seminar, which thoughtfully meets in the middle of the day, and did I mention it's another hour commute from Austin?
On top of that, they could be hiring again for the job I want. There's no guarantee I'll even be in the running, because, and this is just killer, experience *is* gold and I'm needed where I am now. Like I said, one chick is leaving, one chick is trying to *very very* hard. If they both leave, I'll be the only person on front desk with any clue of what to do and how to do it, and *I* don't know everything yet, or even close. I never had to, other people did, except they aren't going to be there. There's a good chance that even if they wanted to give it to me, the difficulty of finding someone to replace me may actually work against me.
It's not likely, but after talking to a few people, it's possible, and then there's the fact that if I get it, I have to be in training for two or three months for it, and this is giving me a headache, except I don't get headaches like this. My sister is getting married in April and I'm helping to pay for her wedding if it requires me to sell blood and give up lunch for a month or two. And, this is the really insane part, I suddenly thought, this is a great time to try and write an original novel AND finish up some of those pesky WiPs that have been bothering me so much. The scariest part is, I'm writing the novel AND writing Jus Ad Bellum's conclusion as a gift to Katherine. And progress is being made at an alarming rate.
Our new PM scares me. She's a micromanager. She's very exacting. I don't get the feeling she is very forgiving. She has definite ideas about how things should be. That would usually be a plus in my book, except I'm not entirely sure that her ideas are going to work with what we have now. Or they will, but only if she wants to see how many people she can get to quit or transfer in desperation. Everyone is so wire tense and there's this feeling for the first time of fear. All the meetings in the world can't change the fact that we don't know what's going on.
See--the thing is, we don't *know* why that clerk was fired. We just have rumor of what happened that day, security leading her out, and the locks on the door changing, and let me point out, *that* hasn't happened in a decade. We know usual procedure and how hard it is to fire someone, even for good reasons. And we know that right now, our job security is pretty freaking high, simply because we can't afford to lose anyone.
The PM scares me, because I think that if she didn't like something, she might just ignore all that. We don't know what's happening, and no matter what we do, we're not going to know until it's already happened. We're in transition, the entirety of the state itself, everyone, from welfare to health to protective services to God alone knows *how* many agencies--we're all in the middle of probably the biggest change in the way the state runs its services in history, a total consolidation of our services under one big uberagency. My mother's worked here for over two decades, she's helping run the transition to the new computer system, she's part of it, but even she looks worried. I think any time you have to sign non-disclosure agreements before meetings, that something is going odd as hell.
And to top it, we only have a year or so left in this building before we move--somewhere else. We found this out from the guy who is repainting the walls, by the way.
Everything is vaguely scaring me, but--I can't actually stop any of this. There's this drive to get things done, put all the ducks in order, that if I don't do it *right now*, I won't, and the sad part is, it's true. I won't. I can and probably will procrastinate myself into my grave if I don't do it when I feel it. It's completely the wrong time to--well, make any kind of decision, really, but my application goes out tomorrow and my fafsa sometime this month or next, and my resumee needs polishing up, and for that matter, I should invest in some heavy dose advil. I finally stopped the ephedrine that was making it possible to get through the day since the Ambien wasn't putting me to hard sleep at night. Not voluntariy precisely. I ran out. Of both, even. But I haven't bought more since I ran out last week, and with any kind of decent luck, that circumstance will continue.
I also had a pleasant surprise with my GPA, as I thought it was considerably lower than it actually is while rifling through my transcripts, and I did the math three times. Apparently, should I graduate, I can go to graduate school. You know, if I can fit it in there anywhere.
And to think, I complain about being bored.
The weird part is, I'm excited. I suppose it's the hysterical kind, but I am. It's intensely frightening to have this much of my life like this, because it feels like it's more than just my life in transition. It's almost, and I hate to put it this way because it's terribly self-indulgent and way too thoughtful for me, but it's like I want to see how much pressure I'm capable of taking. Everything's usually so easy, and now it's not.
Heh. Now you can see why I've been avoiding LJ. This sort of introspection is bad for digestion. I'm going to go write endless porn and enjoy this feeling of completely false invincibility and surprise.