As a slight addendum to an alternate thread, I am being downsized.
Because of a bigger and obviously more heartfelt company doing exactly the same thing (with advertising on TV), I am surplus to requirements from 28th July (final payday) onwards.
I sort of saw it coming, and thats why I have been procrastinating on the move elsewhere... with the same fucking company.
Which makes me think: Same price, different currency (ergo less money), difficulties in moving all and sundry (friend has said YES, time to change).
The company are very very good, but obviously not that good, if they have been doing this shit for several years, and suddenly get usurped.
So, a cleaners job it may be, and thats fine, if it earns enough. 'Friend' doesnt know yet, so when he returns from his 'mums' on Thursday, I suspect that there will be words.
Lookig at my bank statement, I can do a couple of things... I can sort out the (lack of) debt we have and set some aside to stay here (Friend is 65, and we have pets, and mother lives here) or I can drop everything like a hot brick, and chase the dream of... what?
Fuck it, I have 6 weeks to get another job here. I still have the ongoing offer for elsewhere.
Just as an aside: This year has easily turned into the year from hell. Nothing but fucking trouble. Ah well. At least I believe in myself occasionally.
Because of a bigger and obviously more heartfelt company doing exactly the same thing (with advertising on TV), I am surplus to requirements from 28th July (final payday) onwards.
I sort of saw it coming, and thats why I have been procrastinating on the move elsewhere... with the same fucking company.
Which makes me think: Same price, different currency (ergo less money), difficulties in moving all and sundry (friend has said YES, time to change).
The company are very very good, but obviously not that good, if they have been doing this shit for several years, and suddenly get usurped.
So, a cleaners job it may be, and thats fine, if it earns enough. 'Friend' doesnt know yet, so when he returns from his 'mums' on Thursday, I suspect that there will be words.
Lookig at my bank statement, I can do a couple of things... I can sort out the (lack of) debt we have and set some aside to stay here (Friend is 65, and we have pets, and mother lives here) or I can drop everything like a hot brick, and chase the dream of... what?
Fuck it, I have 6 weeks to get another job here. I still have the ongoing offer for elsewhere.
Just as an aside: This year has easily turned into the year from hell. Nothing but fucking trouble. Ah well. At least I believe in myself occasionally.
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