Wednesday, March 11, 2009
The impact of the "economic downturn" (don't you love that euphemism?) has finally arrived here in the house on Tennessee Avenue. Almost everyone at the architectural firm where my roommate works has been laid off. Not my roommate, at least not yet. Listening to his story is tremendously sobering and scary, too. The environment for those who remain at the architectural firm sounds toxic with gloom. Yikes.
I'm saying repeated prayers of thanks because as of this moment, I've felt no impact in my profession. All my clients work for the government, or are lobbyists or in fields in which their jobs are not endangered. They are, for the most part, quite comfortable monetarily, so they might not take their Caribbean vacation this year, but are unwilling to forgo their bi-weekly massages. Thank you, oh mighty Universe, for sending these people to my massage table. I mean that sincerely.
It also helps that I'm used to not having any money. Still, it's freaky to see my roommate so worried. We are living in times of rigorous change here in the U.S. May we all hold steady while this storm passes!