My job is at risk.
Not an uncommon phrase these days.
The project I work for has been subject to a cost saving strategic review, which initially made some financial sense; the review included new ideas for a bright new future. Then came an economic recession, a change of Government and Spending Cuts the like of which have never been experienced before. The bright new future has not materialized; it’s looking fairly dim from my current angle. Everything changed. The only certainty is that three projects, sister projects to mine will go.
In the next few weeks our funders will have budget meetings and decisions made and the true extend of the loss of funding and the lack of bright new future will become apparent. Even then, based on past experiences, I expect that it will be a while before my future is really clear.
What is clear is that in the next few months we will ‘wind down’ three projects. Attempt to find alternative and appropriate support for service users. Workers will lose their jobs. My project limps on, awaiting a decision, the decision as the whether we exist next year or not.
I have a contract until January. I am the main bread winner. I have a mortgage all that stuff.
The people you work with are a funny bunch, you spend so much time together, you very much learn to live with each other and get along. It’s a very companionable relationship. Sometimes you make great friendships, jobs used to provide stability, a certainty. Not anymore.
I work in the voluntary sector funding issues; loss of funding is the very nature of the sector. You have to adapt.
Ultimately, loss of funding equals loss of service. The vulnerable and poor lose projects they need. It’s happening right across the city I live in and across other cities. I’ll mange, somehow, how will they?
Difficult times. I have no answer, at the moment I will sit it out and see what happens. What is certain is there is so much uncertainty everywhere; I might as well stay where I am. Seeing other people go over the next few months, living with the uncertainty and waiting for decisions from funders is going to be tough. I can only push on and eat biscuits.
My job is at risk.