quietly freaking out...

[phosfate]

...as whatever the Legislature has planned for cutting our budget will, we're told, be announced on the 29th. Rational Ann says that what's been hinted will probably be taken care of by attrition, and that seniority means the absolute worst that can happen is that I'll be shuffled to another division or department. Regular Ann finds the whole business nothing short of traumatic, and dreads being tossed out into the cold to find that the only local employment will exist in Insurance Hell. I think I'd rather die.

With luck I'll be able to put it out of my mind until the time comes.