farewell, my love!

I just wanted to take a moment to note that Wednesday was my last furlough day. It was the last possible day to take one and I have to say my feelings are a little torn. Should I be happy that I'm going back up to full salary? Actually, my salary will be higher than ever since I was promoted a month into furloughs. The mind reels at what that extra hundred bucks will do for me each month (ok, I haven't actually figured out how much my full salary is but don't worry it's summer and I may be looking for something amusing to keep me occupied at work).

Or should I be sad that I'll no longer have those really, really sweet two extra days off each month? I've always known that I'm not a workaholic (heh, to put it mildly), but these past 11 months I've come to seriously appreciate three-day weekends and four-day workweeks. I'm not sure how I'm going to adjust back to a full work load, I guess September will just have to be a month of pure hell (I intend to take sporadic vacation days in July and August to help put off the pain).

I know I've whined about it before, but alas it's a real issue, I'm worried that without the massive salary savings furloughs contributed layoffs are going to be rampant. I'm trying to stay positive but good business librarian jobs are rare (um, nonexistent) and I don't want to end up in my parents basement.

On that depressing note, farewell furloughs! I loved the time we had together but now it's time to move on. Who knows what the future holds!