I have been working for a small non-profit organization in Washington DC for a little over two years. A few months ago, our office manager was fired. About a month ago, our fall intern was asked to leave before the semester was over. And finally, today, our administrative assistant was told her position would be eliminated in January. The reason? Severe budget cuts at the university that owns the institute.
I have heard through the grapevine that the only reason I have been spared is due to me being on partial medical leave (I currently only work 30 hours/week as opposed to the normal 40), and my salary comes out of a special budget reserved for employees with disabilities. Either that, or they are afraid to fire me because I might sue them for discriminating against people with disabilities!
The truth is, I have been unhappy at the job for over a year. There is mismanagement and a lack of leadership. The organization is a sinking ship and I would be surprised if it still existed in a year's time. That said, I have been hanging on to the job because it gives me a comfortable salary and full medical benefits, including great health, dental, and disability insurance. My health has gone so downhill over the past couple years, that I am pessimistic about my chances to find another job at all, let alone one with the benefits I need. (The current state of health care in the United States is embarrassing and tragic, but hopefully some positive change will come out of the current legislation).
What's worse, if they let me go, I will lose my disability insurance which guarantees me 50% of my current salary for the rest of my life. Not a lot of money at all, but I'm sure it's much more than whatever social security (if I'm lucky!) would give me, since I haven't paid into the system for very long. Everyday, I have to not give in to the temptation to go on full disability and start collecting. I just have too much pride and won't admit "defeat" at 25 years of age...even though I am in excruciating pain sitting in my chair or typing at work.
What I know in my heart, however, is that I can't stay indefinitely at a job that eats away at my soul and can only be making matters worse. I dream of finding a job I actually enjoy and one that doesn't exacerbate my physical symptoms. One that makes a difference. I'm not sure that job exists, but then again, I will never find it if I don't look.
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