I have decided that I am going to write a book entitled How NOT to Run a Successful Nonprofit.
In this juicy office memoir I will detail the absurdity of the organization I work for.
First step, get a new job. But here I am stuck, because the future is so unclear. Are we moving back to FL in the next 6 months? Are we staying here? Will we ever be able to afford anything?
Why did I spend thousands of dollars on a masters degree that I am not using to do a job that does not even pay enough to allow me to make my loan payment? I qualify for a "hardship deferment". Some days that sounds ludicrous, I'm not starving or destitute. But it does seem sometimes that we are facing an insurmountable mountain of struggling to get by and not having the time or means to enjoy our 20's the way we should.
My organization is struggling much like a recent college grad who all of a sudden has to support herself and hasn't the faintest idea how. So she spends all her money on a fancy new wardrobe and then realizes she never really had the money in the first place. Now she has to sell all her clothes to Plato's Closet and rent out a room in her apartment. She may or may not have to start laying off her friends to because they cost to much money to hang out with. Friday nights she stays home eats Ramen, but no movies because Netflix costs money.
The most insanely hilarious part of our struggle, organizationally, is that it has very little to do with the economic climate. In fact it is the result of poor management, financial and otherwise and a lack of realistic budgeting. At least half of the people still here (that didn't get fired) are mentally checked out, looking for new jobs. I haven't actually started looking, I did for awhile and then got discouraged because there is nothing out there. Nothing worth applying for.
Now I'm in a holding pattern because I'm not sure if we are staying or going and I am starting to think moving 1000 miles to work here was possibly the worst decision I have ever made.
Mostly I just miss FL.