I started a job with the federal government two months ago. I’d been applying for like 18yrs; finally got one! Now a part of me wonders if I’ll even have a job next year. Potential for Schedule F designation, layoffs of the federal bureaucracy, whatever other shit a hostile administration throws at us.
Oof. I’m in DHS. I’m assuming that in the event of any shenanigans, that’d be a “safer” place to be (though some components like FEMA and TSA maybe less so). But HUD? Definitely top of their list.
Here’s hoping for the best. Because that’s all we can do right now.
same! just moved to a safe state and started a new job and was about to try to buy a house. just got my gender marker updated on everything. was (still am, inshallah and the creek don’t rise) scheduled for bottom surgery next year. everything seemed to be going in the right direction and I had so much hope, especially in the last couple of days before the election when the energy and enthusiasm seemed to be peaking and I was thinking that Harris might actually win.
Now, fuck, I don’t know if I’ll have a job next year.
…Awful?
It’s so fitting and poetic that, just when I finally start getting my life in order, the world throws itself off a cliff.
I started a job with the federal government two months ago. I’d been applying for like 18yrs; finally got one! Now a part of me wonders if I’ll even have a job next year. Potential for Schedule F designation, layoffs of the federal bureaucracy, whatever other shit a hostile administration throws at us.
Yeah, my partner’s new job is with HUD… Who knows how that’s gonna go.
Oof. I’m in DHS. I’m assuming that in the event of any shenanigans, that’d be a “safer” place to be (though some components like FEMA and TSA maybe less so). But HUD? Definitely top of their list.
Here’s hoping for the best. Because that’s all we can do right now.
Feel exactly the same 🙁
same! just moved to a safe state and started a new job and was about to try to buy a house. just got my gender marker updated on everything. was (still am, inshallah and the creek don’t rise) scheduled for bottom surgery next year. everything seemed to be going in the right direction and I had so much hope, especially in the last couple of days before the election when the energy and enthusiasm seemed to be peaking and I was thinking that Harris might actually win.
Now, fuck, I don’t know if I’ll have a job next year.