Age of Confusion

I've been finding it increasingly difficult to focus as of late.

Probably because my efforts to be zen about how various economic stability issues right now are being thwarted at every pass.

When the first "getting through tough times" letter came around months ago, I vowed I wouldn't be one of those people who freak out about what COULD happen. I'd focus instead at the task at hand, and take everything in stride.

What else could I do, really.

But then ... well I was thrown off guard yesterday. And I blame Megan. While I was pleased to hear her chipper little voice on the other end of the phone line... I was NOT excited to hear the reason for her call.

A friend had heard the hosts in Victoria, BC joking about dusting off their resumes, because job cuts were on the way.

And, the Winnipeg Sun ran this story

My favourite part:

In a wide-ranging interview with Sun Media, Heritage Minister James Moore also said CBC layoffs were nearly certain and expected 600 to 1,200 people across the country would lose their jobs.

*Gulp.

Now since then, there's been even more coverage on this. No confirmation from the MotherCorp. But a somewhat ominous statement that:

No further details were available about the size of the cutbacks, although the public broadcaster said it would make an announcement to staff by the end of the month.

End of the month.

END OF THE MONTH???

What does that even MEAN? Does that mean decisions will be MADE by then? Does that mean that's when the cuts will be officially announced? Eeek!

I remember a month or so ago, we had a North-wide conference call about the status of things... and one person sounded right panic-ed about not really knowing what's going on, and how really, she said we had the right to know. These are our lives they are talking about.

At the time I remember shaking my head and thinking "dude, rellllaaaaxxx." But now I'm her. Now I'm thinking maybe it would have been a good idea to have dusted off that resume a couple months ago.

So now I can't concentrate. While I had more or less planned to move onwards and upwards in the next year or so... I expected to be able to do it on my own timing. Maybe I should have been less CBC-exclusive in my glances at the southern job market.

But then again. Maybe all this sweaty hands and pent-up-nervous energy is the cup of coffee I just downed. Who knows.

All I know, is that I seem to have entered the Age of Confusion. And it's not a short era.