The answers to the woes of the day, the week, the month, the year, seem very elusive right now. As I look around, "pink slips" punctuate every conversation; they are swirling about the campus like a force to be reckoned with (in this particular world of academia, it's called "reduction in force" or "RIF"). "Who was "RIFFED" today?" "Will I be RIFFED tomorrow?" No one seems to know for sure.
Budgets, Decisions. The pit in my stomach. When will it end?
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