Is It Blues or Stress?

I've got the "end of summer, missing my best friends, work sucks, back on the radar" blues.

Seems my fears are coming to fruition. The dip in the economy and bad foresight have resulted in the layoffs of 10 or so contemporaries at my firm in the last few weeks.

I pride myself in flying under the radar - I'm stealth like that - but now, I'm on the promotion list - as in - promotion to Partner. Problem is, when you are on someone's list, you are no longer under the radar. I'm worried that with the "sorry, you haven't been promoted this time" news I may just get a "but you get this lovely pinkslip as a parting gift."

Can you tell? I'm starting to get jumpy - as in jumpy like a tarantula ::spider wave::

Let's hope I'm wrong. I don't care about the promotion so much as being on a list. I'm out in the open, vulnerable to attack as it were. Of course, if I get canned, I could totally sell my place and move closer to my buddies - so there's that!

Or I could chuck it all and live in a van down by the river . . .

Ok, back to the books - need to keep as much under the radar as possible now that I'm out in the open with a deer in the headlights look plastered to my sorry slang-eyes.